Molly shook her head. “No, although I’m guessing I’ve met her at some point. You know how actively we’ve been entertaining.”

“And after you confronted him, you just walked out?”

“Yes,” she said again. She took a gulp of her drink. Ah, alcohol.

“I wish Drew hadn’t been so sick. If I could have, I would have been there for you.”

“You couldn’t very well leave your five-year-old with a babysitter when he was running a 102-degree temperature,” she pointed out. “And besides, it’s not like I planned any of it. It just happened.”

“Well, I still wish I could have been there for you.” Julia considered her. “But why didn’t you call to tell me?” A hint of hurt crept into the other woman’s voice.

Molly shrugged and looked around the restaurant. What could she say that would make any sense? That bizarre things kept happening around her and sometimes she thought she was going crazy while at other times she felt certain she was causing them? She had been working hard to hold everything together for the past few months, but Austin and his infidelity had sent her over some kind of edge.

Finally she replied, “I know you would have been there for me, but I was so exhausted, all I did was check into a hotel, order room service, and fall into bed. And yesterday I was busy. I had to go to the bank and look for a lawyer. In fact, I have an appointment with one on Monday. After that, I just slept.”

She had been so tired. She had lain in bed watching the reflected sunlight on the wall until the room slowly fell into darkness.

She was still so tired. She felt like she could sleep for weeks.

“So you’re doing it.” Julia watched her face closely. “You’re really leaving him.”

She nodded. “I’ve already left. Now I’m going to divorce him.”

Julia’s expression twisted, a brief response, and then it smoothed over. “Good riddance then. I always said you deserve worlds better than Austin. But where are you staying?”

“Like I said.” She shrugged. “At a hotel.”

“Would you please come stay with us, so I can make you home-cooked meals and hopefully put a little meat on those bird bones of yours? Austin and Philip might be partners in the same firm, but you know how men are. They compartmentalize. They’ll keep the private stuff separate from work.”

“That means a lot.” Feeling warmed, Molly smiled. “But I’m quite comfortable at the hotel. I’ve got one of their executive suites with a kitchenette.”

Julia’s hazel gaze was serious. “You’re still welcome anytime. I want you to know that.”

“I do.” Molly looked down at her napkin, smoothing the edges with her fingers. “You might as well know I’m thinking about leaving Atlanta too.”