Bianca walked in first, before she turned to face him. "Everything okay?" she asked.
Luca closed the door behind him. His hand lingered on the handle for a fraction longer than necessary before he turned. "Yeah," he said. "We should get a divorce."
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"Bianca, we are both miserable," he said, stepping further into the room. "I am miserable because I am in love with another woman and that fact is also making you miserable."
Bianca stared at him as someone trying to understand how a person could stand there so calmly while dismantling an entire life. "So divorce, uhn?" she repeated slowly, the faintest hint of disbelief creeping into her voice now. "And then what? What happens after that, Luca? Luca," she continued,
