The day we signed the divorce papers, the weather was gorgeous. Elliot had insisted on coming with me, and I'd given up trying to talk him out of it.Walking out of the County Clerk's Office, I felt lighter than I had in years. Every last bit of misery was finally behind me. The sun was blazing overhead, and I squinted against the glare.Adrian reached up and shielded my eyes with his hand -- the same instinctive gesture from those sweltering summers when we were young, when he used to block the sun for me without being asked.Something stirred in my chest. I glanced at him. He'd cleaned himself up, dressed in the white button-down and dark trousers I'd always liked. That face was still handsome, but the life had gone out of it.When he noticed me looking, he fidgeted with his collar, then offered me a small, uncertain smile -- the kind meant to please.And just like that, something inside me unclenched."Adrian, you did help me once.""That summer when Rose first moved in -- you took
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