Three days after the divorce decree, I changed all my contact information and boarded a flight to Aveloria.
Nathaniel had always believed I was throwing a tantrum over Clara. He never understood that when I made up my mind, I didn't look back.
After landing in Aveloria, I gave my new number only to a handful of close friends and my family, and cut off everyone else from my old life entirely.
The fellowship kept me busy in the best possible way. Nathaniel, Clara, all of it, began to feel like something from a previous life.
Three years later, I came home. Sophie was waiting at the airport, practically vibrating with things to tell me. In the six months after I left, she said, Nathaniel had shown up outside her office building to try to get my whereabouts out of her, and had eventually b
