I signed the contract seven days before the divorce hearing.

It felt less like signing a sale and more like opening a window in a room I had stopped believing contained fresh air.

PART 6

I spent my first night after leaving the condo in Paige’s guest bedroom.

She lived with her husband, Daniel, in a small brick townhome north of the city.

There was a framed wedding photograph on the dresser and a stack of books on the bedside table.

Paige had put a fresh toothbrush by the sink before I arrived.