Raina’s POV
The lawyer’s office smelled like polished wood and final decisions.
Not loud ones.
Not dramatic ones.
Just… quiet endings.
Ink on paper.
Signatures waiting.
Lives shifting in silence.
By the time I stepped back out into the city, the sky had already begun softening into late afternoon gold. The kind of light that made everything look warmer than it actually was.
I stood there for a moment longer than necessary.
My fingers still curled loosely around the file in my bag.
Divorce.
The word no longer trembled inside me.
It sat there.
Still.
Heavy.
Real.
The boutique I chose for Grandma Noelle’s gift was tucked into a quieter street, far from the sharp edges of corporate steel and glass.
Soft lighting.
Muted music.
Everything calm… intentional.
Unlike my life.
