“I appreciate that.”

“No need for thanks…” Tyrone meant to add, “You’re my wife.” But he couldn’t bring himself to voice it.

Despite their three-year marriage, he had plenty of chances to call her his wife. But he had never done it.

And now, he wasn’t qualified to say so.

In a desperate hope, Tyrone wished the snowfall would continue indefinitely, so they could remain here, far from their tainted past.

And they could stay away from the imminent divorce.

But this was mere wishful thinking.

The snow ceased overnight.

the next day, they started their

should collect our IDs before heading to

“We still have an hour. That should be

divorce, still felt a punch

frigid weather outside, as icy as

knuckles turned ghostly white. In a

their IDs, and got back in

drive to the

the car, a

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