“I know you did,” she said.
“But every time it mattered, you chose yourself.”
Chapter 16 — A Quiet Kind of Freedom
The divorce was finalized two months later without drama — just signatures and stamps closing fourteen years.
They sold the house in Plymouth, and Gretchen bought a smaller place near a park in Minneapolis, with wide windows and a kitchen full of light.
The first night, unpacking boxes, Maxine grinned.
“Dad would have hated these old tile floors.”
Gretchen looked down at the worn mosaic.
“He would have.”
“That’s probably why you like them so much.”