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PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

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arrangements were structured, limited, and based on the girls’ well-being.

The judge signed the decree.

Just like that, the marriage ended.

No thunder.

No collapse.

Just paper.

Savannah stood outside the courthouse afterward, watching snow begin to fall.

Bryce approached slowly.

“Savannah.”

She turned.

He looked different. Less polished. Maybe from the legal continue reading …

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