Did you plan it? His voice was as hollow as her shrug.
It made it easier, she thought, to remember and forget – arguments, silences, resentments, indifference. April 1 would always be the anniversary of hearts and bones.
Thirty years was the distance from the courthouse steps to the parking lot. She watched him drive away. Paused at the stop sign, she shifted gears, made a hard turn, moved on in another direction.