Chapter 51

In that single minute, a lifetime of memories flashed through her mind. Clifford's neglect, his coldness, his indifference. But also his moments of warmth, the times he had ruffled her hair and smiled at her. Viewed through the lens of his lack of love, the neglect and indifference all made perfect sense.

And for that very reason, her hand steadied. She lowered the pen to the paper and began to write her name, stroke by careful stroke.

She had to let him go, let him be with the one he loved. She also had to let herself go-release her own greed, her own unspeakable love.

She had just finished writing 'Lati-' when the pen slipped from her grasp, dragging a long, black line across the page.

In the next second, the divorce agreement was in Clifford's hands.

"Time's up," he said.

Latisha stared at him, stunned. She watched as he casually tore the document in half and tossed the pieces into the trash can.