ving room, where Sab

morrow," she said, not looking up from her phone. She w

tly. It was the last time I w

roned the dress perfectly, an

ned divorce petition on the coffee table, right next to th

eaving,

eaving for where? To get me

leaving f

ust as I stepped into the hallway. I looked at t

e SIM card from my phone, snapped it in

lly, truly

was vibrant, a world away from the cold formality of Sabrina' s M

ne, sent me a video. It was a lavish "commitment ceremony"

t and blocked his number. I didn't have tim

urned from her trip with Caleb, walking into the silent, emp

papers and the old c

a rage, screaming that I had no right to leave her. She coul

vorce papers in

ssistants. "Find him and bring him bac