ARIA'S POV
I wore real clothes to sign my divorce papers.
Not black or celebratory. Just the blazer and the ankle boots I saved for days that required me to feel like myself. The kind of outfit you put on when you need your outside to hold your inside together.
Jordan had offered to come with me three times. I said no to all three. This part was mine to do alone. I couldn't explain that in a way that didn't sound like something it wasn't, so I just said it and Jordan, who knew me well enough by now, let it stand.
I arrived at Sarah's office at nine in the morning. A paralegal brought water I didn't drink. Sarah walked me through the paperwork with the calmness of someone who had done this a thousand times. But well of course she has done this a thousand times. She is a divorce lawyer.
