The Star That Lit the Way
The driver looked surprised, likely because I was the only volunteer leaving without my family in tow.
“Mr. Smith,” the driver asked, “are your family members delayed? I can wait.”
“No need for that.”
I dragged my suitcase into the car.
As we pulled away, my entire life receded in the rearview mirror.
“Oh, by the way,” the driver added softly, noticing my gloomy mood, “your divorce application is already being processed on our end.”
I glanced at him, then turned back to the window.
Outside, Luna stood holding an ice cream cone, beaming sweetly up at Jason.
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