All Chapters of Divorce Suits Me Better: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Sabrina’s POV)Luca held the car door open and I stepped out still laughing.He had spent the last twenty minutes of the drive doing impressions of all my brothers and I had laughed so hard my ribs ached, and my face hurt from smiling.I could not remember the last time my face hurt from smiling.He walked me to the front steps. He did not touch my arm or my back or try anything that would have made the evening something other than what it was, which was easy and warm and uncomplicated in a way I had forgotten things could be.“Thank you,” I said at the door. “I had a really good time.”“So did I,” he said simply.He waited until I was inside before he walked back to the car. I stood in the foyer and listened to the engine pull away down the drive, and I was still smiling when I pulled my phone out of my bag.The screen had three notifications.Two from Felix—a photo of Luna asleep on his chest, and then a follow-up that just said she loves me more than you and that’s final—and one f

(Nate’s POV)She pushed me back like I was nothing.One hand, flat against my chest, and I was twelve inches further from her with the air between us feeling like a wall she had built with her palm. She said don’t and she meant it, and I stood there with my hand still hanging in the space where her arm had been.I could not remember the last time she had touched me. That hand against my chest was the first time her skin had been on mine since before the fire, and she had used it to push me away.The door opened behind me.A nurse came in with a clipboard and a blood pressure cuff, and I stepped sideways so fast I knocked the chair with my knee.Sabrina was already moving—around the bed, to the other side, putting Grandma between us like a barricade.The nurse looked at me. Then at Sabrina. Then at the distance between us.She was young—late twenties, maybe—and she had the kind of face that was trying very hard to stay professional while the rest of it was doing math.“I’m here to chec

(Sabrina’s POV)Every light in the kitchen was on. I could see it from the driveway.Someone was cooking, someone was up, someone had decided that one o’clock in the morning was a perfectly reasonable hour to fire up all three burners on the stove.I sat in the car for a full minute before I turned the engine off. Then I went inside.They were all there.Charlie was at the stove with three pans going and a wooden spoon in each hand, rotating between them like he did not know what else to do with himself.Felix was sitting on the kitchen island with his legs swinging against the cabinet below. Luna was curled in his lap. His phone was face-down beside his knee, which was the first thing that told me how bad this was going to be.Tyler was at the table with his laptop open, still fully dressed, still wearing his watch. His pen sat untouched beside the keyboard.Adrian was standing by the kitchen door, arms at his sides.Eric was in the armchair by the far wall. He had not moved. His leg

(Nate’s POV)Alexis was talking about nursery colors.Sage green or soft yellow, she said. Mara thought yellow. Her doula thought green.The doula’s husband—who was now also living in my house, apparently—thought gray, but gray was depressing, didn’t I think gray was depressing?She cut a piece of steak and chewed it while she waited for me to agree that gray was depressing.I agreed. I didn’t care about the color. I had not cared about any color in several weeks.“And for names,” she went on brightly, “I was thinking Aurelia for a girl. Or Sienna. Mara suggested Celeste, but I think Celeste sounds like a candle brand, don’t you?”“When my grandmother woke up,” I started suddenly.Alexis’s fork stopped halfway to her mouth. I did not look at her. I looked at my own plate.“She told me Sabrina was in her room the night of the fire. She said Sabrina was trying to get her out. She said Sabrina collapsed on the floor of her bedroom because she was trying to save her.”The restaurant was q

(Sabrina’s POV)The Atwood lake house was loud and big and full of people whose names I did not know and who already seemed to know mine.Kids ran barefoot across the lawn with water guns and no concept of friendly fire. Someone’s uncle was at the grill arguing with Charlie about charcoal versus gas while Charlie stood with his arms folded, personally wounded by the man’s technique.“This is our sister,” Eric announced to a group of cousins I had never seen before in my life. “She’s brilliant. She’s going to take over Holdings. Don’t let the quiet fool you.”The cousins laughed. One of them pulled me into a hug before I could put my hand out, and after that the shaking stopped.A speaker sat on the porch railing blasting something Felix kept changing until Tyler walked over, took the phone out of his hand without a word, and put it in his own pocket.I was wearing a white sundress Adrian had picked out for me that morning and sandals that kept slipping on the grass, and I looked like