Chapter 2

The next morning, I brought the divorce papers to his room.

"What's this?" Callahan asked, not bothering to look up.

"It's Kaiya's report card; it needs your signature," I replied calmly.

"Oh."

Callahan absentmindedly scribbled his name on the paper.

I said nothing, but if he had bothered to glance at the document or shown any interest in our daughter's achievements, he'd have realized it was the divorce agreement. But he didn't.

After he signed, I took the papers to the army headquarters. Stefan Morrison, with his usual diplomatic tone, earnestly began, "Why not give it more thought? You two have been together for seven years now, faced so many challenges."

Yes, we had been together for seven years. If Kaiya hadn't died, maybe we could have had another seven. But now, that was impossible.

I shook my head resolutely and told him it was truly over for us.

Seeing my determination, Stefan understood there was no turning back. He sighed deeply, "Callahan really crossed the line trying to juggle everything. We're living in modern times; such things only bring unnecessary hardship."

He picked up the official stamp and pressed it onto the agreement, leaving a bold, red mark.

However, there were still some internal procedures to complete, so Stefan asked me to return the next day to collect the divorce certificate.

I didn't rush home after leaving the base. It wasn't until ten o'clock at night that I went back.

In the living room, Callahan was patiently teaching Isabel to read. To an outsider, they might have seemed like a real father and daughter.

Up until the day our daughter passed away, he had never shown such patience. Whenever she asked for help, he would say one of two things: "Go ask your mom," or "Ask your teacher."

I ignored them and turned towards my daughter's room to start packing.

Clutching her tiny baby clothes, I couldn't help but start crying again.

Once I composed myself, I threw her clothes into the fireplace.

Along with the letter I wrote to her, I sent them off to her.

Kaiya, if you receive Mommy's letter, please remember to visit Mommy in her dreams often, okay? From today on, Mommy only has you.