1 week before our divorce registration, Julian asked me to dinner.
He said there were a few things he needed to return to me.
After this, he wouldn't use that as an excuse to contact me anymore.
I went.
There were no flowers on the table.
Only a paper bag.
Inside was the 5-year plan.
The pair of white socks with little rabbit patterns.
And the certificate confirming the termination of storage had been completed.
I glanced at it.
"You don't need to give me the certificate."
"I know."
He put the document away.
When the dishes were served, he instinctively reached out with his fork, wanting to pick the cilantro out of my bowl.
The fork stopped halfway.
"Sorry."
I lowered my head and continued eating.
After a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you still want children in the future?
