The Divorce: Happy Birthday to Me
I unlocked my phone, and it buzzed to life with a flood of messages from every chat app, all congratulating me on the new drug's successful first phase.
Keira had gone wild in the group chats, tagging me nonstop and sending digital gift cards like confetti.
But as I scrolled through the flood of praise and flattery, not a spark of joy stirred in me.
I stayed in bed for a long time, lost in a haze of thoughts. Finally, I grabbed the divorce papers and dragged myself out of the room.
The living room was empty. Keira was nowhere in sight.
On the coffee table sat a ticket to a concert by my favorite singer, Tyler Combs. Next to it was a sticky note in her familiar handwriting.