She nodded. She always nodded. “Then let’s fix it,” she said softly. “We can fix it.” He didn’t answer. Two days later, he told her she could stay in the guest room until the end of the week. After that, she needed to leave. He said it calmly. Like it was already decided.
Like it was a scheduling issue, not the dismantling of her life. He also suggested—casually—that she resign from the company. That it would be “cleaner” that way. Less awkward for everyone involved. Alexis signed the resignation without argument.