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 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 sarah's office at nine in the morning. A paralegal brought water I didn't drink. Sarah walked me through the paperwork with the calm of someone who had done this a thousand times and understood that what I needed was efficiency, not tenderness.
She handed me three forms.
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