Sophia
I almost forgot the date entirely, until my mother brought it up herself, over coffee at her kitchen table on a quiet Tuesday morning, the two of us finally back to something resembling our old easy rhythm after weeks of careful rebuilding.
"Ten years ago this week," she said, stirring her coffee absently, "Mark and I finalized the divorce. Isn't that strange? I hadn't thought about the actual date in years, and then I saw it on an old calendar I was cleaning out of a drawer, and it all came back to me at once."
I went very still, my own coffee cup halfway to my mouth. "You still think about it? The marriage, I mean."
"Not often. But finding that old date got me thinking about that whole year again. How frightened I was. How much of a relief it was, having someone offer a way th
