We resolved some issues and set others for further negotiation.

I left disappointed and strangely proud.

Months earlier, I’d imagined standing over Dennis as he begged me to forgive him.

I thought that would prove I’d won.

Now I wanted accurate disclosures, a fair result under the law, and the ability to keep building my life.

That evening Lena brought dinner to my apartment.

She had acquired a terrible habit of bringing new cushions each time she visited, and my sofa was disappearing beneath them.

“How was it?” she asked.