The divorce decree struck Thiago full in the face. For a moment, he did not seem to understand what had just happened. He only stood there, stunned and motionless, until the stiff edge of the paper sliced a fine line across his cheek.
Blood welled from the cut and traced a thin red line down the side of his face.
Only then did Thiago lower his eyes toward the floor.
The words "Final Divorce Decree" on the cover hit him harder than the paper had. They sat there in black print, cold and official, mocking every ounce of arrogance he had shown a moment ago.
"What's wrong? Don't believe it? Pick it up and read it!"
Thiago bent down slowly. His fingers closed around the thin stack of papers, and he lifted it.
He read through it once. Then he read it again. By the time he had checked it thr
