“Mumma! I need help!” Ahan’s excited voice rang through the penthouse.
Arohi followed him into Ishaan’s room, unsure of what this tiny whirlwind was up to now. Ahan tugged at her hand, pointing to the top shelf. “I can’t reach that truck. Please!”
She smiled and gently tousled his hair. “Okay, okay, let me get it.”
As she stood on her toes, looking through the stacked toys, her fingers brushed the side of the cupboard. She opened it absentmindedly to get more room—when her hand froze.
There, neatly tucked inside, were the divorce papers.
Untouched. Unsigned.
Arohi stared at them in disbelief. Her heart skipped.
She pulled them out, flipping through the familiar pages. Her signature at the bottom… but Ishaan’s line was still blank. It hit her like a thunderclap.
She looked deeper in
