divorce papers I had kept saved for nearly a year.
I had filled in every section I could.
I had placed them on the dining room table beside an envelope containing the information he would need about his mother’s service.
My wedding ring sat on top of the first page.
The pale mark around my finger looked more honest than the ring ever had.
Still, I answered his call.
Some part of me wanted to hear whether he would tell the truth without being forced.
He did not.
He gave
