When Lara got home that evening, she slipped out of her shoes, feeling the comfort of her condo wrap around her like a warm embrace.
She set her bag down and walked into her bedroom, pulling her phone from her pocket to check any missed messages. A notification caught her eye—a message from Atty. Mendez, sent earlier that afternoon.
Atty. Francesca Mendez: Hi Lara. I’ve finished drafting your annulment petition. Let me know when you’re free to review and sign it. We can meet anytime that works for you.
Lara stared at the message for a moment. Her breath hitched, not out of panic, but quiet relief. It was real now. The end wasn’t just an idea—it was moving, breathing, taking shape.
She quickly typed a reply.
Lara: Thank you, attorney. I’m free after my class tomorrow, around 5 PM. Woul
