The Faded Dust
The letter from the solicitor lay on the kitchen table, its edges crisp and white against the peeling floral wallpaper, a stark rectangle of legal finality that smelled faintly of ink and stale coffee. I read the clause about the division of assets three times, my eyes tracing the lines that detailed the sale of our home, the split of the savings, the dissolution of a marriage that had already...
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