But now that she was here, all she could do was gaze at the man who had once been her future.
“We weren’t going anywhere, Laura. No children, no spark. I can’t keep waiting for something that will never occur.”
“I tried, Curtis,” she whispered.
“I wanted it too,” he replied but he had already opened the door.
Outside, a red SUV was waiting, and in the passenger seat was Carol, the girl from the office, always graceful, with high heels and red lipstick, and no history with him.
Laura walked to the table, stared at the divorce papers, and saw her signature next to his. She didn’t know it yet, but that forgotten, rejected, and legally hers sample would one day alter her destiny.
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