No Longer Your Canary

Synopsis

The morning I signed the divorce papers, I decided to leave the Upper East Side penthouse immediately. I took only a small suitcase with a few simple clothes. Before leaving, I slipped the diamond wedding band off my ring finger and dropped it directly onto the marble table. The butler watched my every move, seemingly terrified I might steal some precious family heirloom. "The young heirs have left for their elite prep school. If you wish to see them one last time..." "No need," I said, keeping my tone mild for the very last time. "Don't disrupt their precious schedules for something so trivial." Dragging my suitcase, I headed for the private elevator. The weather in New York was bleak today, the wind howling. As the elevator descended floor by floor, the further I got from that cage of an apartment, the lighter my chest felt. Finally stepping out of the luxurious building, I turned to the butler.