The Divorce That Broke Them All
s faster than I c
al position at a small but respected family law firm
rs. It was a little tight, but it would do. As I was gettin
n slips. Tara was complaining that there was no coffee made. From the den, the rhythmic banging of my father-i
n the hallway as I
voice low and urgent. "You're tearing this family
said, adjusting my blaze
't worked in a decade! W
dentist appointment at 3:30. And Caleb's science project is du
door, leaving him stand
edure was still sharp. The firm's partner, a woman named Ms. Albright, seemed impressed by my composure
ring a latte. It was the first time in years I had been alon
e still on the table. The twins' backpacks were dumped in the middle of th
you can't come over? My mother is exhausted... No
o come over and take care of his fa
and hung u
s isn't working. Let's just...
," I said, walking past him towards
ng now. "Think about the kids! T
d have thought about all that before yo
he door in
zzed with a number I didn't r
gram. Little white smudg
ath it,
Ethan' s. He told me you were getting
first life, this news had sen
l piece of my plan had just b
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