Now that he had made it so clear that I meant nothing to him, I didn't see a reason to hold on anymore. If I severed ties with the Family's front, I doubted he would even try to stop me.
"The sooner the better," I said quietly, my voice steady despite everything. "I can handle the process quickly."
I had barely finished speaking when the clinic room door opened again.
Salvatore walked back in.
Apparently, he had forgotten something.
"Severing ties?" he echoed casually, as if the words had simply caught his attention in passing. His eyes moved around the room as he searched for something, completely unconcerned. The silver lighter was turning over his knuckles in that idle, precise rhythm he carried with him everywhere. "Who's leaving our operation?"
His tone was light, almost amused, like it was nothing important.
He would have to sign off on it anyway, so there was no point hiding it. I gave a small nod, but he didn't even notice. He didn't lift his head from his phone long enough to register my response.
After a moment, he found what he was looking for.
His car keys.