"I'm tired," I deflected. "Another time."

"Next weekend then," he persisted. "I should have paid my respects long ago."

A bitter laugh almost escaped me.

"Why bother now?" I kept my voice steady. "We're getting divorced, remember?"

His face fell, and something flickered in his eyes. "Sophia, we..."

"Don't." I cut him off. The word felt like glass in my throat.

'God, why does doing the right thing have to hurt so ...