Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Becky was tired after all the things that had happened tonight. She didn’t say anything, and neither did Devin. Silence ensued in the car.

As they were passing through downtown, Devin asked, “Do you want to eat something?”

Becky looked momentarily at him and said, “No. Maybe next time.”

All she wanted to do right now was go home, take a hot shower, and get some good sleep.

It was already 11 p.m. when the car stopped before her apartment building.

Becky unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car. She said to Devin, “Thank you for driving me home tonight.”

At her words, Devin stopped what he was doing and placed a hand on the steering wheel, tapping thoughtfully on it. He looked at her through the half-open window and asked, “When will be the next time?”

was about to turn around and enter her apartment building, but she paused at his question. When she realized what he meant, she smiled and said,

hand as she turned around

empty

the elevator wall, her mind replaying the events of the

opened. Becky came back

soon as

was a rare

as she

waiting for me?” she asked, smiling,

fleetingly, looked at him like this before. Her eyes always lit up when she looked

had changed

view him as just another stranger or