“Nobody ever gets married expecting to divorce.”
“Unless you’re Britney Spears.” I replied with a smile trying to break the awkwardness.
“The papers are in the car.” She said looking at me, trying to form a smile.
A few moments later, she returned, opening my apartment door for the last time.
“Everything should be there.” She said handing them over to me.
I opened up the manila folder and confirmed what she had told me.
Not really knowing what to say, I extended my hand and said, “Have a safe trip back.”
She grabbed my hand, but the handshake turned into a farewell hug that both of us didn’t want to end. But it did.
She walked out the door, the papers still in my hand.
The door closed. The car engine started up. And she was gone.