He didn’t chase me as I left the room. The divorce was quiet. Neither of us had the energy to make it messy.
We split the house, the cars, and the rest of our lives. He tracked her down. I found out from our youngest.
She was happily married and their son wasn’t interested in meeting Tyler or his half-siblings. He’d missed his chance. Twice.
And me? I got my own place. On Christmas Eve, I sat by the window, watching the soft glow of lights from the neighboring apartments.
There was no tree this year, no boxes, and no ghosts. Just peace.
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