I almost laughed.
“You mean, will another man marry me?”
“Exactly.”
I stepped closer.
“Mason, I would rather spend eighty years alone than eight more minutes married to someone who thinks being chosen by him is the highest achievement available to me.”
His mouth opened.
I continued.
“I didn’t lose my future.”
I held up the divorce papers.
“I got it back.”
Then I walked away.
PART FOUR — WHAT I KEPT
Outside the courthouse, Tessa was waiting with my mother, father, and Marcus.
Mom hugged me first.
She cried into my hair.
Dad kissed my forehead.
Marcus held up a paper bag.
I stared at him.
“What’s that?”
“Breakfast tacos.”
Tessa burst out laughing.
Marcus shrugged.
“What? Divorce burns calories.”
For the first time in weeks, I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.
We drove to a small restaurant my parents had taken me to since childhood.
No chandeliers.
