That night, Lionel''s mind raced with so many thoughts that his head began to ache, yet he still couldn''te up with a viable n.


    He sat on the balcony, watching the moon set and the sun slowly climb into the sky.


    His eyes were bloodshot and heavy, with dark circles forming beneath them. He looked as if he had aged a decade overnight. He had considered everything, except for one thing: signing the divorce papers.


    Suddenly, a bold idea shot through his mind. He stood up excitedly, his fingers trembling uncontrobly.


    He asked himself over and over again: Do I really want to do this?


    If this n failed, the only oue left would be divorcing Hannah.


    After a long, agonizing moment, he finally picked up his phone and made a call.


    The first rays of morning sun streamed through the window, falling across Hannah''s bed.


    She still had the week off, so she decided to rest at home. Thest few days of travel and fun had been exhrating but exhausting.


    Just after finishing breakfast, she received a message from Grandma Rosenberg, asking if she was free and to give her a call when she had a moment.


    Hannah realized then that ever since her fight with Lionel had blown up, she had barely contacted anyone in the Rosenberg family, not even his grandmother. The whole affair had be so public and messy that Hannah was afraid of upsetting the elderly woman.


    Lionel had mentioned before that he''d shielded his grandmother from the online drama. Since she rarely followed the news online, she only knew they were getting a divorce, not the full, ugly extent of it.


    Hannah picked up her phone and called her.


    "Grandma."


    "You girl, it''s been so long since you called met I know you''re fighting with that brattionel but even if your divorce fum, I''ll still be your


    grandma. You can''t cut ties with me just because you''re leaving him."


    Hannah rushed to exin.


    "Grandma, don''t say that. I''m not that kind of person, and I would never think that. I''ve just been so busy with work and had to travel for business. That''s why havent called. I''m on a break now, sor finally have some time."


    "You''re on a break? That''s wonderful! We haven''t seen each other in so long. Why don''t youe visit me?"


    Hannah was about to agree instinctively, but as she opened her mouth, a thought stopped her, and she fell silent.


    It wasn''t the first time Grandma had invited her over, but for her to call at this specific moment made Hannah suspect someone else was pulling the strings.


    “Grandma, tell me the truth. Did Lionel put you up to this?"


    After a brief silence, her


    grandmother answered honestly. "Yes. That brat said he wanted to see you but couldn''t get ahold of me for help, of


    you, she aske


    course, genuinely want to see you too. If you really don''t want toe, it''s alright. You can visit me after everything is settled."


    Hannah hadn''t expected her to admit it so readily. If her grandmother had lied, Hannah would have remained suspicious. But her honesty made Hannah''s heart feel a little unsteady.


    "Grandma, I''lle see you," Hannah said. “But I''m onlying to see you."