explained a disclosure clause directly in front of him.
He signed anyway.
And without understanding it, he gave up the one thing he had never considered valuable.
My silence.
Now he stood outside the courthouse holding the divorce decree as if it proved he had defeated me.
“You’re going to regret being so difficult,” he said.
I smiled faintly.
“Daniel, I was never difficult.”
His expression tightened.
“I was useful. You simply confused the two.”
Then I turned around and walked away.
At the airport, I bought a black coffee
