LUCIAN
If I thought I’d known what panic felt like this afternoon when Diana had started clawing at her throat — boy, was I wrong. That fear didn't just pale; it was completely obliterated by the raw, freezing terror that seized me as I stared at Kat’s desk. At her ring. At the crisp, heavy weight of those divorce documents.
No. No, this is a mistake. It’s impossible.
But it wasn't a mistake. It wasn’t impossible. It was there for me to see, black on white. Katherine was gone. She had come to the conclusion that she had put up with enough of my systemic bullshit, and decided that enough was enough.
No. It can’t be.
The ice-cold finality of those documents just didn't align with the Kat I knew, and especially with the woman I’d been living with for the past month. Her warmth, her clos
