Sandra sent the papers on Wednesday morning.
I was at the kitchen table with my tea when the email came through. I looked at it for a moment and then opened it and read through everything slowly and carefully the way I always read things that mattered.
It was thorough.
Sandra was thorough.
Joint custody, reasonable access arrangements, asset division that was fair without being complicated because Daniel and I had never been complicated about money, only about everything else.
I read it twice.
Then I closed the laptop and finished my tea and sat in the quiet of Angela's kitchen and thought about six years.
Not the bad parts. I had spent enough time on those.
The good parts.
The first year when everything was still new and Daniel made pasta on Sunday evenings and we would stay at t
