Chapter 7

A month later, we signed the divorce papers.

I dressed properly for it. Good coat, hair done.

Coming out of the registry office with the certificate in my hand, I felt clear-headed in a way I hadn't in years. Like a window that had been grimy had been cleaned.

Julian was behind me. He looked like he hadn't been sleeping. His hair was untidy, his face creased, three days' worth of stubble. He asked if we could have one last meal together.

"I have somewhere to be," I told him, and walked to my car.