Bernadette looked back and forth in the room filled with shelves of books; a polished wooden table with fancy accents was also there. She looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand. She smiled a satisfied and triumphant smile.
She could not believe that her struggle all this time had finally succeeded and might be useful for others indirectly.
"Maybe you won't ask for this directly, Zanara. But you'll thank me later," Bernadette said, monologuing.
Bernadette then sat on a chair opposite the table, opened a small cabinet, and punched a few digits of code on a metal object inside the cabinet. She placed the divorce papers inside. Along with other valuables she had.
A cheerful shriek called her name from the distance, then grew closer, and a four-and-a-half-year-old boy stood in front
