"Yeah, Ms. Whitman just got a tiny scrape, and the whole hospital's top doctors swarmed to check on her. Isn't that a bit much?" "Definitely! This morning, she said she wanted pastries from that famous pastry shop, and Mr. Tanner drove there himself-just like that. You know how hard it is to get anything from that place." "Ugh… poor Mrs. Tanner. If she hadn't been lucky, she would've died in that fire. Mr. Tanner used to be crazy about her, but the moment something happened, it's like she didn't even exist anymore. What a shame." Their voices faded down the hallway. I let out a quiet, bitter laugh. I had been waiting-waiting for Aaron to come see me. To tell me in person that he'd fallen in love with someone else. To tell me he wanted a divorce. Or maybe just to give me a reason. A reason for why the man who once made vows to love me forever had drifted away… and how he ended up entangled with Grace. But I never imagined that instead of explanations, he would simply forget about me entirely-out shopping for pastries for his beloved Grace. So be it. If someone had to let go, it might as well be me. I called for Quentin. "Draw up a detailed divorce agreement," I said. "Tell Aaron I want a divorce." His eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded. "Understood."