Too fast.
The red light forced me to stop.
I gripped the steering wheel.
Hard.
Why was I shaking?
Anger?
Yeah.
That’s what I told myself.
But there was something else.
Something I refused to name.
“I’m done with him.”
I said it out loud this time.
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Like that would make it stick.
d maybe it with.
But one thing was clear.
Crystal clear.
My kids.
That thought came in sharp.
Protective.
Immediate.
No.
I’m not playing games with that.
I picked up my phone.
Typed quickly.
I need a lawyer. Today.
Because whatever this is…
It’s not touching them.
The light turned green.
I drove.
Slower this time.
And by the time I got to work…
My face was calm again.
Controlled.
Professional.
Like nothing happened.
But something did.
And I could feel it.



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