Natalie walked through the front door and stopped.

Robert sat on the couch. Papers spread across the coffee table in front of him. His face was stone. Cold. Like he'd already decided everything and was just waiting for her to catch up.

"What's this?" she asked. But she knew. Something in her stomach knew.

"Divorce papers." He didn't look up. "Sit down."

"I'm not sitting."

"Then stand." He picked up a pen. Signed his name at the bottom of the first page. The ...