My Daughter Took My Hand After School and Said, “Mom, Divorce Dad — He Doesn’t Love Us.” That Night, Over One Chicken Leg, I Finally Listened

“Already signed on my end,” I said.

Tristan nearly came off the sofa.

“Sign it, Dad!

Sign it right now!”

His mother lowered her eyes, working to hide a smile that had gotten away from her.

And Zachary seized the papers in both hands and tore them down the middle.

“There.

Now it doesn’t exist.”