He is standing right in front of me and looking at me like I am some caged wild animal, keeping enough distance between us. I look at him in the eye, thankfully not letting my nerves get the better of me.
“H-how are you?” He asks me.
What? I go blank. Does he want to how I am? After all this time? Really? I can’t bring myself to respond to him, so I just hand him over the divorce papers with my signature already on it. He takes them from me warily and then reads them. He looks... shocked? Hurt?
I look at him, waiting for him to say something. To say that he will sign the papers and return them to me. Please, let’s just get this done and over with.
“I am not giving you a divorce, Sarah ..” He says quietly, gently, letting the words sink in. He is looking at me, expecting me to say somet
