“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.

next day, they

they exited the highway, Sabrina proposed, “We should

wristwatch, she added, “We still have

for divorce, still felt a punch to his gut.

frigid weather outside, as icy as the

knuckles turned ghostly white. In a rough voice, he

their

the drive

a

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