“Leaving already?

Once you walk out, don’t come crawling back.”

I didn’t waste a word on him.

I set the petition on the glass table beside his ashtray, my signature clear and blue at the bottom, and I watched the color leave his face as he read the words Petition for Dissolution of Marriage.

“Prepare your bank records for court,” I said, and turned, and walked out the front door into the hundred-and-twelve-degree afternoon, where an Uber was already pulling up.

The driver took one look at my face and asked in alarm whether he should take me straight to a hospital.