Chapter 7

Crysta felt utterly exhausted, both physically and emotionally, after burying her rabbit, Cottontail.

She had spoken words of hatred today, but she didn't really want a divorce.

It was just a momentary surge of anger, and she wanted to come inside to talk to me.

When she opened the door, the room was empty, with hardly any belongings left.

Frowning, she tentatively asked, "Fintan, can we come out and talk about what happened today? I'm upset about Cottontail's death too, but I only mentioned divorce because I was so angry."

Six years of companionship wasn't a lie, and her feelings for me weren't fake either.

But there was no response.

Crysta felt a bit panicked, as if something was slipping away.

She picked up the divorce agreement that had fallen to the floor, blown by the wind.

My signature was right there, clear as day.

"Fintan! How could you really go through with the divorce!"

Crysta felt resentful, hating that I could be so cold-hearted.