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It was later than he’d planned, but he’d still make dinner. He would enjoy stealing glances at his wife and imagining the expression on her face when they got to the cabin. She had no idea what was coming. She expected a quiet weekend away where she could catch up on writing.
He’d enjoy surprising her. And it would be the first in a long line of surprises.
The elevator delivered him to the ground floor. With a wave to the night guard, he stepped into the evening air.
“Late one, sir,” James said as he opened his door.
“Just trying to finish up some extra work before the weekend. I don’t want anything interrupting us.”
James offered him a smile as Grant slipped into the backseat. The lights of the city faded away as they headed toward Harrington House.
The car eased to a stop outside the front door.
“I’ll have your car waiting for you tomorrow morning, sir,” James said as Grant climbed from the car.
“Thanks, James. Have a great night.”
“You, too.”
Grant pushed through the front door to a heart-stopping scene. The pleasant expression, still lingering on his features, faded, replaced by a pinched one. “What’s wrong?”
Sierra sniffled, her arms wrapped around her and her lips tugged into a deep frown. Her red-rimmed eyes suggested she’d been crying. Kyle put an arm around her, squeezing her shoulder, his features taut.
Worthington, usually the voice of reason, looked just as downtrodden.
“What happened?” he tried again.
Worthington licked his lips, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. “I believe…there is a note that will explain that for you in your office.”
“A note?” he questioned, his stomach clenching. What was happening? Where was Julia?
With a hard swallow, he strode into the room off the foyer. His heart stopped at the sight on his desk.
His forehead pinched as he stared down at the rings next to a note bearing his name. He recognized Julia’s handwriting. His heart tore in two as he reached for it with shaky hands.
He stared down at his name, not wanting to flick open the paper and read it. It was already painfully obvious what was happening and why everyone was so upset.
He unfolded the note, Julia’s neat handwriting spelling out words he never hoped to read.
Grant –
I’m sorry to leave this way, but I hate long goodbyes. As lovely as your offer was to spend the weekend at the cabin, this will be easier for everyone.
I’m not sure where I’ll end up, but I’ll send a forwarding address as soon as I have it for the divorce papers.
I wish you all the best in the future, but I have no doubt you’ll do great things.
–J
P.S. Don’t worry about the money transfer. I never wanted it.
His heart broke as he read every line. Each word was a goodbye, a closing of a chapter he wasn’t ready to end. She’d left. Would she answer him if he called?
His chest constricted as he stared down at the rings again. “She left…”
Sierra sniffled again.
“Yep,” Kyle answered. “We all got a goodbye note.”
