It felt like something we might build together.
The Final Signature
Michael signed the divorce papers on a Friday morning.
Karen called me afterward.
“It’s done.”
I stood in the middle of my apartment.
“Are you okay?”
She took a breath.
“Yes.”
Then she laughed softly.
“I thought I would feel devastated. Instead, I feel like I’ve finally put down a suitcase I’ve been carrying for years.”
I smiled.
“That’s good.”
“It is.”
There was a pause.
Then she said, “Are you still interested in dinner?”
I looked at the clock.
“I’m interested in dinner, breakfast, lunch, and possibly dessert.”
“Don’t get carried away.”
“Too late.”
She laughed.
We met at a small Italian restaurant near the bookstore.
Karen wore a burgundy dress and a gold bracelet. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and she looked both nervous and excited.
For the first few minutes, we talked about ordinary things.
