Chapter 21

I was buying my mother's birthday cake when my attorney called to tell me I was divorced. "It's final, Nora. I've emailed you the confirmation." I stepped away from the counter so the woman behind me could order. For months, that number on my screen had meant finding a quiet room and making sure I had something to write on. This time, I only needed to listen. She explained where the remaining documents would be sent. I thanked her for everything she'd done, then asked whether there was anything...