“Signature required,” he said cheerfully, as if he were delivering a sweater I’d ordered online.
I signed, closed the door, and opened the envelope.
Inside were divorce papers.For illustrative purposes only
My husband, Grant Ellis, had filed three days earlier. At the top of the first page was a short handwritten note in his familiar slanted handwriting:Co-parenting resources
I’m not coming back. Don’t make this harder.
I stood frozen in the foyer. The baby shifted heavily inside my belly, pressing against my ribs.
Nine months pregnant. And my husband had decided this was the perfect moment to erase me.
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