The 99th Divorce Agreement
Leaving them behind meant something final, a quiet declaration that our marriage, and everything tied to it, had become nothing but worthless trash.
Gary's breathing grew faster.
He paced around the room like a man losing his mind, searching for something, a note, a message, anything.
But there was nothing.
Just when the silence was about to drive him crazy, his eyes landed on the nightstand.
The small lockbox I had used for five years was sitting there, wide open.
He stumbled closer. Then his pupils shrank.
Inside were the 99 divorce agreements he had given me over the years.
The top document was the most recent. In the bottom corner, a signature stood out clearly.
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