Chapter 3

This was the thirtieth time. The ink on the divorce papers was still fresh. Winnie was about to get up and leave, like she always did, ready to make that cold, surgical separation.

I sat on the edge of the bed, not fighting, not angry, not begging like I had the other twenty-nine times.

I sat there quietly, letting the cold wind from the window brush against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine and goosebumps across my skin.

"Sign it, Zack." Winnie turned to face me. Her voice was so calm that it was almost infuriating. "It's better…