The Seven-Day Agreement

“Why did you block me?

“We agreed we were getting remarried today. I have been waiting outside city hall for an hour.

“Where are you right now? I will come and get you.”

The cabin announcement came over the speakers at that exact moment. The line went silent.

Through the phone, I heard Vera breathing hard. “Sean, are you leaving? Where are you going?”

I waited two seconds, then switched off my phone.

Once a decision was made, there was no going back. She had made hers, and I had made mine.

Vera stood outside city hall staring at the dead call. Something flared in her chest. She tried again, and the automated voice answered instead.

“We are sorry. The number you have dialed is currently switched off.”

She stood there listening to it, and for the first time, it became real to her. I was not coming. I had no intention of remarrying her, and no intention of taking her back.

It was only when Sophie quietly took the phone from her hand that Vera seemed to return to herself. She grabbed Sophie’s wrist, lost.

“Where did Sean go?”

Sophie glanced at her with open contempt and pulled free.

“You just finished sending your boyfriend off, and now you are out here chasing after your husband. Hard to tell if that makes you loyal or just indecisive.

“You never gave Sean half this much attention when you were busy splashing your little romance all over the news. A bit late to start now, do you not think?”

Vera kept her voice level, but her patience thinned.

“Do not push me. I heard you have a batch of paintings you are trying to move through an upcoming show. It would be a shame if something went wrong with it.”

Sophie’s expression flickered. She steadied herself and let the threat settle before she spoke.

She had planned to leave on the same flight as me, but the last domestic exhibition was still three days from closing, and she had loose ends to tie up before she could go. She had not expected Vera to corner her like this.

“As long as nothing like last time happens, there should not be any issues.”

She paused.

“And there will not be a last time. The last original piece by Sylvia Stone is already gone, thanks to you and your boyfriend.”

The words landed like a slap. Vera’s face went red, and her lips moved without finding anything to say. She thought about what she had done that day and stepped back just to steady herself.

“Is he… still angry with me?” She said it mostly to herself. “He should be. Of course he should be.”

Sophie ignored her and picked up the box at her feet, ready to load it into the car. Vera reached out and stopped her again.

“These paintings…” She looked down at her own portraits packed in the box and went quiet for a moment.

Sophie’s mouth curved, her expression making no effort to hide what she thought.

“Sean did not want them. I figured they were still worth something, so I planned to put them up at the show with a starting bid.”

Vera pulled the box away and held it close, her voice firm. “These belong to me. You do not have the right to do anything with them.”

Sophie looked her over with one last dismissive glance. “He is already gone, and now you want to hold onto a pile of old paintings.”

Something in those words shook something loose in Vera. She gathered the box in her arms and left without another word.

Six days later, Vera returned to the house for the first time since the divorce. The warm light inside did nothing to make it feel welcoming.

In the middle of the empty living room, a black canvas stood alone on its easel. She crossed the room and looked closer. The divorce agreement she had made me sign was still fixed to the surface, with the words written underneath.

“Vera, I will not be remarrying you.”

She tore the agreement from the canvas and ripped it apart, then sank to her knees on the floor.

The box beside her tipped and fell, and a small pink wool felt rabbit rolled out onto the ground. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands, then looked up at the wall of boxes stacked beside her.