The other one said, “Yeah, stupid rainy day.”My knuckles turned white around the paintbrush. I reached to dip the brush out of habit, then realized I had nothing left to paint.If Vera had walked only two steps farther into the room, she would have seen what I had spent a month creating. It was the day we first met.I stood in silence for a moment. Then I reached for the black paint in the corner and poured the entire can over the canvas. I grabbed another, then another, until every trace of the image disappeared beneath the dark surface.When nothing remained, I pressed the divorce agreement flat against the wet paint and wrote in small white letters along the bottom.“Vera, I will not be remarrying you.”…That night, Vera did not come home. She sent me a single message.“I’ll be staying at Austin’s for the next seven days. Get some rest. Seven days from now, nine in the morning, we’ll meet at the city hall.”I had not replied yet when Austin Bennett posted on his social me
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