Elara's POV
"Actually," I said, my voice softer than intended, "we're in the process of divorcing."
The words hung between us as Clara's eyes widened. Several parents nearby suddenly became very interested in their children's artwork.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," Clara fumbled, clearly embarrassed. "I didn't mean to—"
"It's fine," I assured her, forcing a smile. "These things happen."
Damien remained silent beside me, his face unreadable. I could feel the weight of his presence, heavy and uncomfortable.
Clara glanced between us again. "Well, it's still wonderful to see you after all these years. Your daughter is beautiful."
"Thank you. Your son is in Cora's class?"
"Yes, that's Ethan over there." She pointed to a freckled boy with sandy hair. "Maybe we could grab coffee sometime? Catch up properly?"
I nodded, grateful for the change in subject. "I'd like that."