The tip of my pen touched the final line of the divorce decree at exactly 10:03 a.m.
The clock on the wall clicked once—sharp, precise, final.
I had imagined this moment a hundred different ways. Tears. Anger. Maybe even regret.
But when it actually came… there was nothing.
No breakdown.
No dramatic words.
Just silence.
A deep, hollow silence—the kind that comes after a war you didn’t realize you were losing until it was already over.
