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