“I miss some of the people I was there with,” I said.

“I don’t miss what I was expected to become.”

Lucia linked her arm through mine and we continued walking.

A few days later I found the thick envelope I had carried out of the condo on the day of the divorce.

It contained the sale authorization, Elaine’s letter, and a copy of the document Gordon had dismissed without reading.

I almost threw it away.

Instead I placed it in a file marked HOME, alongside the deed to my new apartment.