I tapped it.
Local news site. Headline: “Local Man Charged in Embezzlement Scheme.”
Daniel’s mugshot stared back at me.
“What are you looking at?”
He looked older. Angrier. Smaller.
Ella wandered into the kitchen.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
“Nothing you need to see,” I said quickly, locking my phone.
Later, after bedtime, I stared at that photo again.
Once, I’d held his hand in a hospital bed and promised to grow old with him.
We finalized the divorce a few weeks after his arrest.
Now I was looking at his mugshot in a crime article.
We finalized the divorce a few weeks after his arrest.
Priya got me the house, primary custody, and financial safeguards.
The judge looked at him, then at me.
“Divorce granted,” she said.
It felt like an organ being removed.
