Eighty-One

ZORA'S POV

Elliot sighed exasperatedly. From my place on the couch, I watched their exchange. I did not want to interfere if I could help it.

"In case you forgot, this is also my house and I can do whatever I damn well please. Besides, I gave you your own house, according to your specifications. What else do you want from me?"

Sharon's head tilted stubbornly. "Whatever. Just know that you can't get rid of me that easily."

"You know what, Sharon. It is pretty obvious that you don't even know what you came here for. I'm done trying to have a conversation with you." Elliot stretched out his arm, waved her to the door. "There's the door. Use it."

Sharon glanced at the door and scoffed. "You have been married to me for five years now, Elliot. You don't expect me to back down that easily, do you?" As Elliot was blocking her view of me, Sharon stepped forward and peered around him. "There you are, Zora... seated like the queen of the castle. You must be enjoying this little drama." I rolled