The final divorce hearing was held on a bright spring morning.

It was shorter and quieter than I expected.

The judge reviewed the agreed provisions, asked the required questions, and entered the decree after satisfying the necessary legal steps.

I had imagined I would feel either triumphant or devastated.

Instead I felt tired, relieved, and unexpectedly hungry.

Outside the courthouse Gavin stood beside his attorney.

He waited until I had finished speaking with Lauren before approaching.

“Meredith,” he said.