“Talia.”
“Yes, husband?”
He closes his eyes for a brief second.
“Stop calling me that.”
I grin.
He hands me his phone without another word.
The screen is unlocked.
I type in my number carefully. For some reason, it feels strange entering myself into his world like this.
It feels too permanent.
I hand the phone back.
I watch him typeTaliainto his phone.
His fingers move quickly. Efficiently.
I wonder if he’ll put a yellow heart emoji next to it. He doesn't.
He sends a text.
I glance down.
A single message.
Hi.
That’s it.
Just… hi.
I look up at him.
“That’s the best you’ve got?”
“It establishes contact.”
“Wow. Be still my heart.”
He doesn’t respond.
I save him as “Hercules” and add a tiny flexing arm emoji.
Just to be obnoxious.
“What did you save me as?” he asks suspiciously.
“None of your business.”
He pockets his phone again.
“Fine. It doesn’t matter anyway,” he says. “That’s my personal number. My lawyer will send you the papers to sign.”
