I signed.
The black ink settled onto the page—without hesitation, without looking back.
The court finalized the process that day. The property transfer papers and separation notice were delivered by courier. I didn't wait for Rowan to get them. I grabbed my only suitcase and drove off.
At 6 p.m., Rowan returned to the apartment.
Later, Nolan told me that Rowan had stood in front of the empty closet. He read the court documents over and over, four times in total, before it finally hit him. Then he rushed downstairs.
He called me 17 times.
By then, I had already crossed the state border. I pulled out my old SIM card and dropped it into a trash can at a highway rest area.
Three days later, I arrived on the West Coast.
My new job was as a lecturer at Gulf State University, also running
