Pauses. Deletes it. Types again: I can’t do this alone.
She opens a new message. Types: I need to see you.
Silence. A clock ticks somewhere in the hall. MissaX 24 06 11 Rachael Cavalli Heartburn Pt 1
She reaches for the antacids in the cupboard. Three tablets. Chews them slowly. The bottle is almost empty.
Mark looks away. That’s answer enough. Pauses
He exhales. Sets down his briefcase. Finally crosses the threshold, but keeps the island between them.
She sends it to her lawyer. Then sets the phone down, face against the cool marble, as the heartburn burns and burns and will not stop. face against the cool marble
(quietly) “It’s not about her.”