I read every word, tears streaming silently down my face. I carried the journal inside, sinking down against the sofa, and sat there until dusk fell. My tears eventually dried up, leaving me feeling parched, hollow, and barren inside.
For the first time since the divorce, I wondered if I'd made a mistake. I thought we'd gone through the whole process as amicably as possible, and Kieran and I had been civil with each other, at least in front of Daniel.
The last thing I wanted was to hurt my son, but was that what we were doing?
I mean, I wasn't the one who initiated it, but should I have fought harder? Should I have done more to keep my marriage intact?
I scoffed at that thought.
What more could I have done? Over the last decade, I'd done everything in my power to turn lemons into lemo
