I walked back out with the finalized divorce papers in hand.
Jeremy and Sarah scrambled to flip through them immediately, and they froze when they hit the clause where I voluntarily gave up all shared property.
But they were too giddy with excitement to stop and question my motives. They didn't even bother asking why I'd done it, just scrawled their signatures right away.
I stared at both our names on the divorce papers, and a long-forgotten memory drifted up unbidden: the day we signed our marriage license.
That day was supposed to be one of the biggest, most important moments of my entire life.
This was a moment I was supposed to greet with all the seriousness and reverence it deserved.
But Sarah had tagged along that day, too. Right as Jeremy lowered his pen to sign, she doubled o
