Chapter 5

“Petition for Dissolution of Marriage,” Adam read.

The words came slowly through the phone. His voice changed when he reached the filing date and case number.

“You actually filed?”

“Yes.”

A chair scraped across the floor.

“This was submitted today.”

“Yes.”

“You did this while we were flying home?”

I sat on the gray couch in the apartment. The first box I had brought over was still open beside me, half-filled with books and framed photographs.

On Adam’s end, footsteps crossed the house.

“Where are you?”

“I’m not telling you.”

He climbed the stairs quickly. I heard a door strike…