Chapter 21 — The Ex-Wife Movement

(Zara's POV)

The call ends, but I don't move.

I keep holding the phone to my ear for a few seconds after the line drops, as if my body hasn't quite processed that the conversation is over. When I finally put it down, I place it face down on the table and just stare into space.

Jane watches me from the sofa.

"Who was it?" she asks, neither casually nor abruptly, just firmly, in the way she acts when she knows something matters.

I don't respond immediately.

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