Chapter9 Thecaller:Stella.
Martinsexpressiontightened.Hesteppedoutofthecartotakethe call.
Evelynsatquietly,watchinghimtalk withhisbackturned.Whenhereturned,hisvoicewassoft.
Evelyn,somethingcameup.Illbe backsoon.Yougoaheadandgetthereport.Bringitback,okay? Histonewasgentle,like hewassoothingachild.
Shedidntargue,justnoddedandgotoutofthecar,watchinghimdriveaway.
Shehailedataxinottothehospital,buttotheCivilAffairsBureau.
Halfan hourlater,shereturnedtothevillawithtwofreshdivorcecertificates.
SheleftMartinsonthelivingroomtableandsenthimatext.
Ipickedupthethings.Itsonthetable.

Herepliedquickly,histonewarm.
Waitforme.Letscheckonthebabytogether.
Evelynsmiledbitterly.Shedidntexplain.Instead,shetookoutherSIMcard,snappeditinhalf,andtossedit inthe trash.
Herbagswerealreadypacked.Shegrabbedhersuitcaseandwalkedoutofthevilla,pausingforonelastlook.
Martin,werebothfreenow.
Goodbye.
Sheturnedandleft,neverlookingback.
Attheairport,Stevewaswaiting.Hewavedheroverwithagrin.
Evelyn!Overhere! Shehurriedtohim.Didyouwaitlong? Notatall.Hetookherluggage,hisvoicesoftening.Areyousureaboutthis? She pulledoutthedivorcecertificateandnoddedfirmly.Imsure.Noregrets.
Thenletsgo.

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TanhanAnd ABulletToHisHeart 36.4% Chapter9 Theywalkedsidebyside,neitherfallingbehind.
Martinreturnedhomethatnighttoadark,silentvilla.
Evelyn? Noanswer.
Heturnedonthelights,theemptinessunsettlinghim.Hemutteredabouttakinghershoppingsoontofillthespace.
Rememberinghertext,hewenttothelivingroom.Thetableheldnoultrasoundjustadarkredbooklet.
Hepickeditup,hisheartsinkingashereadthewords:DivorceCertificate.
Playingtricksagain,tryingtoscaremewiththingslikethis.Butitlooksprettyreal,hemuttered,thoughhishandtrembled.
Herushedupstairs,stoppingatthebedroomdoor.Hisheart poundedashehesitated.

Whatifshesgone? Buthowcouldsheleave?Shedmarriedhimat20,carriedhischildat23.Howcouldshesuddenlyleavehimlike this? Andhedneversignedanypapersorbeeninvolvedinanydivorceproceedings.Thishadtobefake.
Hepushedthedooropen.
The roomwasspotlessandempty.
Thedivorcecertificatefellfromhishandashestumbledtothe wardrobe.Hisfingersfumbled,buthefinallyyankeditopen.
Onlyhisclothesremained.Hersweregone.
Achillsweptthroughhim.Hereachedforhisphone,hishandsshakingsobadlyhecouldbarelydial.
Thecallconnected,butinsteadofEvelyns voice,heheardacoldautomatedmessage: Thenumberyou havedialedisnotinservice… Hepickedupthedivorcecertificate,flippingitopen.Thestampedphotoandregistrationnumberwereunmistakable.
Itwasreal.
Andshewasgone.