“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.

they started

Sabrina proposed, “We should

still have an hour. That should

for divorce, still felt a punch

outside, as

the steering wheel was so fierce that his knuckles turned ghostly

fetched their IDs, and got

the drive to

a heavy

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