David
The sound of the door closing behind me echoed in my mind, louder than it had been when I left the penthouse hours ago. Or had it been minutes? I couldn’t tell anymore. Time felt meaningless, suspended somewhere between reality and the pit of despair I couldn’t climb out of.
“It’s killing me, David.”
Laura’s voice haunted me. Every word she’d spat—every tear she’d shed—cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I replayed it all in my head as I sat in the darkness of my office, the dim glow of my desk lamp barely reaching the corners of the room.
Her hands trembling as she held out the divorce papers.
Her voice breaking as she said she was done.
Her sobs tearing through me like razors as she sank to the floor.
I’d seen Laura upset before. I’d seen her angry. But this? This was somethi
