The day we officially signed the divorce papers, the weather was beautiful.
The sun was bright, and the sky was clear.
I sat in the conference room of the law firm with a document in front of me.
Adrian sat across from me, looking haggard.
He had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were sunken, and he had stubble along his jaw.
He looked as if he hadn't slept in days.
"Sign it," I said, pushing the pen toward him.
He picked up the pen. His hand shook.
"Serena," he said, "is there really no chance left?"
"None."
"I can compensate you."
"I don't need your money," I said. "What I lost most in those three years of marriage wasn't money. It was myself. Now that I've found myself again, there's nothing left for you to repay."
He lowered his head and signed the document.
"Good." I picked
