You think? I know. She's processing it, creating something from the pain. That's healing. You sound like Dr.
Martinez. I've been reading her recommended books. Why? Elena shrugged. I wanted to understand them better.
Your kids. They're lucky to have you. I'm the lucky one. Mason reached over and squeezed her hand. Neither of them let go for the rest of the drive.
The next week brought unexpected chaos. Elena's divorce was finalized. She sat in Mason's lawyer's office, signing the final papers, feeling nothing. David got the house. She got her freedom.
It seemed like a fair trade. You sure you don't want to fight for more? The lawyer asked. I'm sure I just want it done. Okay, but if he contacts you again, he won't.
The lawyer looked skeptical, but didn't argue. Elena walked out of the office feeling lighter than she had in years. No more marriage. No more pretending. No more trying to be someone she wasn't.
She called Mason from the parking lot. It's done. How are you feeling? Free. Good.
That's good. A pause. You want to celebrate? Celebrate a divorce. Celebrate freedom.
Elena smiled. What did you have in mind? Dinner? Just us. The kids are having a sleepover at Ethan's friend's house.
All three of them. Miracle of Miracles. Yes. Mason Carter, are you asking me on a date? Silence.
Then what if I am? Elena's heart stuttered. Then I'd say yes. Yeah. Yeah.
She could hear his smile through the phone. Pick you up at 7. Elena spent the next 4 hours panicking. This was a date. An actual date with Mason, who was her employer and her friend, and possibly more.
She had nothing to wear. All her clothes were either borrowed from Caroline's closet or cheap purchases from Target. She called the only person she could think of. Mara, I need help. The teenager appeared in her doorway 20 minutes later.
Dad told me you guys are going out. He told you? He asked if we'd be okay without you both for one night. Mara smirked. Very subtle.
This is a disaster. Why? Because I haven't been on a date in 8 years and I don't know what to wear and I'm pretty sure I forgot how to do this. Mara walked to the closet, started pulling out options. Okay, first you're overthinking it.
Second, Dad's been in love with you for weeks. He's not going to care what you wear. Elena froze. What? Please, it's so obvious.