Maya I sat outside the records office, divorce papers in my lap, watching couples pass by. Some are getting married, some are getting divorced.David was late. Of course he was.James sat beside me, silent and protective. He had wanted lawyers, revenge, everything. I told him no. I did not want David’s money. I wanted my name back.“He has five minutes,” James said, checking his watch.“Give him ten.”“You are being too nice.”“I am being done. There’s a difference.”At nine forty-seven, David walked in. Suit wrinkled. Eyes hollow. He stopped when he saw me.“Maya.”“You are late.” I stood, held out the papers. “Sign these.”“Can we talk first?”“We talked already. You said I was dramatic and asked if I wanted money. There’s nothing left to say.”He glanced at James. “Can we speak privately?”“No,” James said.“It’s okay,” I told him. “Five minutes.”We moved to the corner of the hallway.“You look different,” David said quietly.“I am different. I stopped pretending to be invisible.
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