Chapter 16 - DIVORCE OR MARRIAGE
Legally, Serena and I were still married.
Emotionally, we were strangers who knew each other’s oldest habits.
We did not move back together.
We dated.
That felt absurd.
Coffee.
Lunch.
Walks.
Rehabilitation appointments.
Perrin-free conversations.
First kiss after return:
six months later.
Awkward.
Both cried.
Then laughed.
Did we reconcile?
Slowly.
Not because fate demanded it.
Because after a year, we both chose to try.
Marriage counseling.
New boundaries.
Separate finances initially.
Serena regained foundation authority gradually.
I did not automatically become decision-maker simply because I was spouse.
Good.
At eighteen months she moved into a house with Perrin and me.
Not the old mansion.
We sold it.
Too many walls.
Too many memories.
The buyer renovated.
The service room disappeared.
May you like
Fine.
No museum.
