Charlie
After crazy Serena had burned the papers, I was utterly convinced that I was not getting out of this marriage easily.
I had sat in front of that fireplace for a long time after she went back to bed, staring at the ash, and the thing that kept circling my mind was not the inconvenience of reprinting documents or the delay to the legal process, it was the calm on her face when she turned around, the absolute absence of regret, like she had done something completely reasonable and was prepared to do it again.
I called Harrison first thing that morning.
"She burned them," I said when he picked up.
He paused for a second. "The divorce papers?"
"Every page. She burnt everything."
He kept quiet, longer this time. "Are you somewhere you can talk?"
"I am in my car," I replied, pull
