when I stepped onto the courthouse stairs that afternoon, Daniel was still laughing.
Vanessa stood wrapped around his arm beneath the pale winter sun, her diamond ring catching the light every time she moved. She wore a white fur coat, bright red lipstick, and the satisfied expression of someone convinced she had just won something valuable.
Daniel lifted the divorce papers like a trophy.
“Well, Claire,” he called loudly enough for both attorneys to hear, “enjoy flying economy.”
Vanessa laughed beside him.
“Don’t be cruel, babe. She probably doesn’t even
