CHAPTER 4 Choosing Myself
CHAPTER 4
Choosing Myself
The divorce papers were finalized two months later.
Daniel didn't contest anything.
When we met to sign the last documents, he looked older than I remembered.
Regret has a way of doing that.
"I don't want the house," he said quietly.
"I don't want the investments."
"I only want to apologize one last time."
I nodded.
"I believe you're sorry."
His eyes lifted.
"But being sorry doesn't erase the choice you made."
He lowered his head.
"I know."
We walked away in different directions.
Not because we hated each other.
Because some bridges collapse the moment trust disappears.
Meanwhile, I threw myself back into my work.
The clinics I'd spent years building expanded into two neighboring counties.
I hired more nurses.
Opened a free health program for seniors living alone.
One afternoon, an elderly woman squeezed my hand after an appointment.
"You're changing lives."
I smiled.
May you like
"So are you."
Healing others had quietly helped heal me.
