Silas ignored me and walked away, carrying Sue.
I collapsed on the ground, exhausted and kept apologizing to my father. Still, I wondered who had ever been sorry to me.
I pulled out a business card and made the call.
"Mr. Fox, please come pick me up tonight."
The same crematorium, the same ceremony.
This time, I left my father's ashes in the memorial hall.
When I returned to the Gills' residence, Silas wasn't back yet.
Those nine girls kept whispering in my ear that Silas was furious and I was doomed.
I paid them no mind. They persistently followed me, asking if I was really going to get a divorce.
I didn't answer, simply opening the bedroom door.
"Choose. Everything in here is yours."
When I said that, they swarmed in and the room was instantly emptied.
Only a few old photos of Silas and me from our younger days lay scattered on the floor, ignored by everyone.
I locked myself in my room and didn't come out all evening.
Silas sent Aunt May to ask about me then, but I simply had her hand him my divorce agreement.
"Another divorce."
"It's been a hundred times already, Juliette. Aren't you tired of playing this game?"
Silas tore the divorce agreement to shreds.