ROMAN

I made my way down the stairs with confusing emotions.

Amelia just agreed to divorce me. The same Amelia who spent the past three years of our marriage trying to dissuade the topic as much as she could.

The same Amelia who had threatened me that she would take her own life if I left her.

The last time she walked into Bertha and I kissing, she cried for days, she ended up hospitalized, not that I ever bothered to check her, I never cared.

Today she looked on like it was a joke. She seemed irritated, not hurt.

My fingers unconsciously reached up to my chest, unable to fathom why my heart felt so tight, why the reality of her acceptance didn’t sink in.

Probably because I spent too long thinking she’d never free me, now she has.

Once we get back home, she’ll really sign the papers.

“Roman!” my father called out, laughing heartily as he held a hand out for me.

His aged eyes crinkled at the sides with false fatherly affection as he urged me closer, pulling me out from my th