I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Scarlett was ecstatic. She took her phone out with excitement and said, “I’ll call Josh and tell him to get everything prepared.”

“There’s not-”

Scarlett had left happily before Abigail could finish. She sighed. Fine. She can do what she wants.

Lawrence approached Abigail. Lovingly, he said, “You can go back to work if you have to. Your mother and I can take care of Analise. It’s fine.”

“I’m not that busy,” Abigail answered. She was a little uneasy toward Lawrence and Scarlett’s passionate attitude, but Analise would leave the hospital the next day. She didn’t have to face these people anymore, and she was looking forward to it.

Sean knew what she was thinking, and he finally let go of his obsession, though just a bit. She equally refuses everyone who’s hurt her.

The meeting with Gary was arranged to be at noon the next day. Gary said he wanted to see Analise, so Analise, who had left the hospital, came back for the visit, too. Gary was still in the ICU, so the visitors got changed before they went in.

Abigail noticed that Lawrence and Scarlett weren’t looking as cheerful as before. They looked at Gary, their eyes red. Patricia was there as well. She held Gary’s hand tightly, shedding tears in silence.

Noticing something, Abigail pursed her lips. Lawrence and Scarlett looked at her expectantly, and she slowly approached Gary.

filled with tears.

anything before that, but when Gary said her name, something touched her heart. She

see you one day, spend

of wood that was about to crack. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry…” Gary cursed himself. He

quickly said, “I never blamed you. Any of you, for

eyes, but he no longer had the chance to make things

didn’t blame him at

looked at her and gently said, “You used to love sitting on my shoulders. I remember

tearing

Abby,” Gary said before

Patricia took out a patterned rosewood box from the cabinet. The four corners of the box were decorated with

“Your grandfather left you this.

she opened it up carefully. She saw stacks of paper on the bottom, and she knew what they were without guessing. But what caught her eye were the little toys on the papers.

around your neck… for years… This lock was left behind… on the day… you went missing.” Gary felt a great sense of dismay at that point.

called out,

ECG was getting erratic.

promise me you will go home. You must go home! You must… go…” Gary tried to get up, but