Sign it, Eberta. It's already decided."I stared at the folder Stephen had just set down on the kitchen island, the same island where we'd eaten breakfast together every morning for six years, where he used to steal sips of my coffee because he never made his own in time. Now there was a folder between us instead of a mug. Divorce papers. Not a conversation. Not a warning. Just a folder, and a man who couldn't even look at me while he ended our marriage."Decided by who?" My voice came out steadier than I felt, though my hands, pressed flat against the marble counter, had gone cold. "We didn't fight, Stephen. There was no affair, no late nights I couldn't explain, no…""There doesn't have to be a reason you understand." He finally lifted his eyes to mine, and what I saw there wasn't guilt. It wasn't even sadness. It was a relief, the unmistakable look of a man setting down a weight he'd been carrying for too long. "I need to go back to something I never should have left."I didn't nee
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