But I had seen the top line before she tucked it away. Petition to Dissolve Marriage.
I had faced sandstorms and night watches in hostile zones, but nothing matched the cold precision of that moment. I smiled faintly and poured coffee, pretending not to notice.
A Home That Felt Like a Courtroom
Dinner with Ryan’s family had always been an exercise in endurance. Vivian presided like a judge, Lauren performed as the perfect daughter, and Ryan sat silent, unwilling to defy them.
At Thanksgiving, Vivian toasted to her children’s successes, skipping over me entirely. At Christmas, Lauren received a diamond bracelet. I got a paperback book titled Climbing the Corporate Ladder.
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