(Lena)
The email came in while I was on a call with a supplier about tile for Patricia Lawson's kitchen.
I saw Cole's name in my notifications and wrapped up the call quickly. I opened the email and read it.
The formal divorce petition had been filed with the Fulton County court. A copy was attached. Brad would be formally served within the next few days.
I put my phone down on the desk and sat back in my chair.
I had known this was coming. I had asked for it. I had done every single thing that led to this moment and there was nothing in that email that should have surprised me. But knowing something is coming and feeling it arrive are two entirely different things.
Six years. A house. A life I had believed in completely.
And now there was a document filed in a courthouse in Atlanta
