EPILOGUE
VALENTINA
I stared at my divorce papers and sighed. It was over. Twenty-two years of marriage, gone just like that.
I guess the good thing was, it was easy. Dawson didn’t fight me on anything. We both just wanted it to be done. And it was. Done. Over. Finalized.
Just in time for the July Fourth holiday weekend. Dawson hadn’t been around much at all the last few years, but July Fourth last year was the last time I thought things might be okay. He was home. It was the last night we slept together. It felt special, different, fun, and new again.
And now it was over.
I tucked the paper away and pushed the emotions down. I was not going to get upset because my marriage was over. It needed to end. My husband was sleeping with someone else. A relationship that lasted long enough th
