Mark swiftly wrapped up all the legalities in just under a month. The house, the car, the savings, all under his name now.
Yvonne, fragile and barely able to manage the pen, pressed her fingerprint on the divorce papers using her left hand, before collapsing from exhaustion.
With Yvonne out of the picture, Mark felt he had narrowly escaped a troubling future. He had parted ways with a woman he deemed genetically flawed and a daughter he considered potentially burdensome. The relief was palpable.
A month passed, and Mark exhausted every option to locate me. His persistence paid off when a business school classmate stumbled upon my name at a gallery during a business trip to Brinton. The exhibition flyer showcased my photo and a brief description.
"Emerging Artist, Claire Smith, currentl
