sign?”

“Of course.”

He entered, noticed the folders and boxes, and did not ask personal questions.

I signed my name.

Ariana.

Not almost-wife.

Just me.

Mr. Clement was sliding the signed copy into the envelope when Scott’s key turned in the lock.

His voice came through first.

“Babe, that smells incredible. Please tell me you got the spicy noodles.”

The door opened.continue reading …