The day the divorce became final, snow fell heavily over Rimevik. Nathan sent the court order that afternoon, and I froze. My eyes fixed on the screen as the words sank in for what felt like forever. 'The marriage between Noelle Gill and Cameron Baxter is hereby dissolved.' Just one sentence, and eight years of my life folded shut, reduced to a line on a page. That night, Cameron sent me one final email. It contained only a message—no greeting beyond my name and no signature at the end. 'Noelle, today I went to the theater where your mom used to perform. I sat in the last row and watched an ordinary play. When it ended, I remembered something you told me years ago—that your mom always looked toward the left side of the audience during her final bow because that was where you used to sit and wait for her when you were little. 'I don't think I really listened when you told me that. I'm sorry.' I lingered on the last line, reading it twice before I could move on. 'Also, I
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