A fresh set of divorce papers with Maeve Sinclair's name signed on it was shoved at me.It was that same game. She was starting it again at Dad's funeral, just after I'd lost my only family.I looked at her, at the beautiful face.For the past three years, every time she brought out those papers, I would play along by crying and questioning until she finally laughed, tore the papers to shreds, and coaxed me back.She called it fun, a way to keep our marriage fresh, and I believed her.But right now, Dad was lying in his casket.Before he passed, he held my hand tight and fixed his eyes on the door. He was waiting for Maeve, his daughter-in-law, whom he'd always treated like his own flesh and blood, to show up for one last goodbye. But she never came.Standing before him, I gave him a farewell kiss before turning around to take the pen from Maeve.Instead of crying or screaming, I signed my name, letter by letter, under her watchful eyes."Done."Maeve froze.The breakdown
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