The day we picked up our divorce document, Ethan looked gaunt, like he'd lost a ton of weight.
He'd loaded the divorce agreement with most of his assets, but I crossed every single one out, keeping only what had been mine from the beginning.
The registry officer asked whether either of us had any objections.
Ethan's eyes stayed fixed on me, his gaze heavy and unblinking.
Only after I signed my name in the confirmation box did he lower his head and write his own signature.
"Summer, what if I'd saved you first that day out at sea?"
I clicked the pen shut with a sharp, final snap.
"We already had our second chance."
His fingers clenched around the edge of the document until his knuckles turned white.
After we left the registry office, he followed me all the way to the crosswalk.
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