Page 170 of Trust No One

“They aren’t five like you yet.”

“When am I going back to school? I miss my friends.”

“In about a week.”

“Okay.”

“Today, after we play a little, we’re meeting with a nice lady inside the building.”

“Who?”

“Her name is Rebecca. She’s going to talk to us about your mom and dad.”

“Are we talking about the funeral?” Molly asked.

“We can.”

“What if I don’t want to talk about that?” she countered.

“We can talk about whatever you want. She might have some good ideas.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I knelt in front of her and placed my hands on her shoulders. “We don’t have to do anything, okay? We’ll figure this out.”

“Mommy used to say that.”

“About what?”

Uneasy, Molly ran toward the slide.

As I stood at the edge of the playground, I checked the time again.

“How’s it going?” Ken’s deep voice was directly behind me.

I turned. Ken stood a foot away, too near, too calm. I stepped back on instinct. “What’re you doing here?”

“Checking up on you.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“I don’t need you.” My tone came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t take it back.

“Of course you do.”

“Sign the divorce papers, Ken. We’re done.”

“I haven’t had a chance to read them.” His gaze flickered over me, slow and deliberate. “What’s the rush?”

“You’ve had the papers for a month. Sign them!”

My frustration amused him. “Ready to hook up with Judson again?”

The question cut too close. “What I do with my life isn’t your business.”

I glanced back at the playground toward Molly, who was swinging slowly alone. “I can’t do this now, Ken.”

“We need counseling, Raine. We can fix our marriage.”

I wasn’t sure where this was coming from. And I didn’t care. “We cannot fix it.”