“You are not asking to fix our marriage, Lucius.

You are asking to get back the life you thought was yours.”

“Think about the beginning,” he said, and his voice went soft, reaching for the one thing he had left.

“What we had at the start was real.”

“I have thought about the beginning for years,” she answered.

“That memory is the only reason I stayed as long as I did after everything else told me to go.” She nodded to Ambrose, who stepped forward and handed Lucius two folders.