Laura didn’t answer. She only looked at him—the man she had once believed was her future.
“We weren’t going anywhere, Laura,” Curtis continued, his tone harsh but oddly tired. “No children. No spark. I can’t keep waiting for something that will never happen.”
“I wanted it too,” he replied. But he was already opening the door.
A red SUV waited outside, engine running. And in the passenger seat sat Carol—the younger woman from his office, always polished in heels and lipstick, carrying no history, no scars, no years of shared struggles.
Curtis walked out.
Laura stood at the table, staring down at the divorce papers, at her signature next to his. She had no idea in that moment that the small, almost forgotten detail of those papers would one day change her destiny.
A Future That Looked Hopeless
The doctor’s office smelled of antiseptic and lavender. Laura sat across from Dr. Evans, her hands tightly clasped in her lap.
Continue reading…
