The day I headed to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Harry to finalize our divorce, the sky was crisp and cloudless.
He brought Gian along with him.
The little boy's eyes were still puffy. He held out a small box to me timidly, stuffed full of crafts he'd made all by himself, lopsided origami cranes and crayon doodles.
"Mom," he mumbled, his voice thick with tears. "These are for you. Don't forget me, okay? Dad and I are moving abroad. People say Dad's super good at chess, so some people offered him a whole bunch of money to go teach over there..."
Alyssa squeezed my hand tight, tilting her little chin up immediately like a mother hen guarding her chick.
"She's my mom! You don't get to call her mom anymore!"
Gian's eyes turned even redder in an instant, fat tears clinging to his long la
