I Lost Our Child Chapter 17
Once the paperwork was processed, Thatcher and I went to the County Clerk’s Office to sign the divorce papers.
For me, divorce was a new beginning.
That day, the first snow of the season fell over New York.
Thatcher walked toward me in a trench coat, handsome as ever.
The first time I met him had also been on the day of New York’s first snow.
Looking back now, the snow held no special meaning for me.
Once the clerk stamped the papers, our marriage was officially over.
When I received the divorce certificate, I let out a visible breath of relief.
Maybe it was too obvious, because a bitter smile touched Thatcher’s lips.
“You’re that happy to be divorced from me?”
I paused, but answered him anyway.
“I guess so.”
He looked at me.
“Can we have one last meal together?”
I shook my head.
“No. I have to work this afternoon.”
That winter, nearby cities were hit by major flooding.
We went to the disaster zone to report on it.