I turned on my heel, my chest burning. Behind me, Jason’s voice rose, but I didn’t listen. Leslie’s sobs filled the air, but I didn’t look back.
They didn’t seem to hear me as I walked out, the door clicking shut behind me.
When I reached the clinic, the cold air was biting at my skin.
I pushed the door open and walked inside. It was time to let go.
There is no way I’ll let a child be born in this world with a father who cheated on her mother.
Two days later, I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. The sterile white walls felt suffocating, but not as much as the silence. Not a single call or text from Jason. Not even a token message to ask if I was okay.
That was the final straw.
I reached for my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found the number. “Hi,” I said when the attorney picked up. “I need to finalize my divorce papers.”
The words came out cold, detached, but inside, I felt the weight of years crumbling away.
“Of course,” the attorney replied. “I’ll prepare everything and send it to you for review.”
I hung up, staring at the blank screen. The emptiness was suffocating, but not for long. My phone buzzed, breaking the silence.