Chapter 10

On Wednesday morning, two days after my divorce petition was filed, Brooke and I arrived at the north-side clinic twenty minutes early. The sun wasn’t fully up. Only one other couple sat in the waiting room. The man held two cups of coffee while the woman rested against his shoulder. I had just finished checking in when the automatic doors opened behind me. Mason walked inside. He wore a baseball cap and a mask, with his team jacket zipped to his chin. A small gift bag hung from one hand. Brooke...