I signed the divorce papers at exactly 10:17 on a gray, rain-soaked Tuesday morning, using a black pen that belonged to my husband’s lawyer.
My hand stayed perfectly steady. That seemed to unsettle everyone in the room, especially my husband, Nolan Pierce, who kept watching me like he expected me to break down crying. Maybe he wanted that. Maybe he needed …
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