The night stretched deep, and after three days of relentless winds in Summit City, the sky had finally cleared. For the first time in a while, stars dotted the darkness, twinkling like scattered diamonds.

Zachary raised his glass, his eyes gleaming under the soft terrace lights. "Your divorce will be final next week. Here's to your freedom!"

I clinked glasses with him and took a good drink.

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