The Cold Evidence
Robbie laid the divorce papers across his desk, their presence heavy and unyielding, like undeniable proof of Lisa’s absence from my life. Each page weighed more than the last, a cruel reminder of what had slipped through my hands. “Here’s what we’re facing,” Robbie explained, guiding me through clauses and conditions. “It’s not final yet, but timing is critical.” I listened intently, each word striking harder, as if I was staring at the abrupt end of a story I wasn’t ready to close.
The Cold Evidence
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