Chapter 3

My hand was steady as I signed the papers. It was as steady when I picked up the divorce certificate.

When I walked out of the family court, I paused on the steps, letting the sunlight wash over me.

The November sun was warm, and it felt like I was breathing freedom for the very first time.

I slipped the divorce certificate into my pocket, and then my phone buzzed.

It was a message from Andrew's mom with four words: [Take care of yourself.]

I put my phone away and headed to the station, buying a ticket for the next…