The train glided smoothly down the tracks.
Outside, the scenery swept past in a blur. Annabelle slept deeply against my chest, her breathing steady and calm.
I looked at my phone, scanning through my chat thread with Rhys.
The last message was the photo I had sent of the signed divorce agreement. Sent at seven that morning. It was now midday. No reply.
When we arrived in the new city, the rental agent I had contacted in advance was already waiting at the station.
"The apartment is all cleaned and ready. You can move straight in." She was a warm, friendly woman. She carried my suitcase and walked us to the place.
It was a bright two-bedroom apartment with plenty of light, and close to the preschool Annabelle would be attending.
I paid the rent, sat down on the sofa, and poured myself
