“I have.”
“Why?”
I looked at the financial record.
“Because the record already says what needs to be said.”
The judge studied me.
Then nodded.
Julian spoke.
“Clara, you don’t have to make this harder than it is.”
I looked at him.
“You’ll have to live with what you chose.”
Then:
“I will not choose it for you.”
The judge signed.
“The marriage is dissolved.”
A pen against paper.
One sound.
That was it.
No cinematic speech.