This time, Nathan signed.
His hand shook the entire time.
His signature was crooked, like a child's first attempt at writing his name.
On the final stroke, the pen dragged a jagged line across the paper.
He looked up at me, his eyes red as if he'd stayed awake for three nights straight.
"It's signed."
I took the agreement and carefully checked every clause.
Every blank was filled in.
I placed my copy into a folder and pushed the other copy back to him.
"See you at the county clerk's office tomorrow."
Margaret panicked beside us.
"You can't go through with the divorce, Nathan. Are you out of your mind? She's forcing you!"
Nathan ignored his mother.
He stared at me, his throat working twice.
"Are you really this ruthless?"
I met his gaze.
"You taught me this."
His lips tremb
