Niklaus's sudden agreement caught Freya off guard. Freya felt her heart skip a beat; Vicki whined uneasily in her mind.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Niklaus asked, his voice clipped.
Freya swallowed. This was exactly what she had fought for, but the victory felt hollow. "Yes," she said. "Thank you for cooperating."
She turned and fled the restaurant; to her, the place felt cursed.
That evening, Freya packed the documents she would need for the morning. As she sorted through the papers, her fingers brushed against their marriage certificate, and she paused.
A photo fell from the pages--it was the only one they had taken during their three years together. It was a stiff, formal image. Niklaus stood tall and expressionless, while she wore a forced smile.
She studied his f
