After that, I sold the house Julian and I had once shared. On the day I received the divorce certificate, the money from selling my car was transferred into my account.
I stared at the long string of numbers and booked a ticket overseas, deciding that I would finally go see the northern lights on my own.
The flight was three days later.
Before I left, my parents called, asking if things between Julian and me had truly reached a point of no return.
I didn't answer. I simply took a photo of the divorce certificate and sent it to them. Whether they supported me or not no longer mattered. The wounds from a marriage could only be healed alone.
Just before departure, my phone rang again. I stared at the caller ID for a long time. Right before it stopped ringing, I picked up.
A gentle, aged
