Brianna felt like her very breath had frozen in her lungs. A twisted smile played on her lips as a strange numbness spread through her body.
“Daddy! Mommy!”
Just as the tension reached its peak, their son Milo’s voice came from the doorway. He had been sleeping in the next room but was woken by their arguing. He didn’t understand what was happening, but seeing his mother cry made his own heart ache. His dad had been ignoring them for days… did he really not want them anymore?
Seeing her son, Brianna forced herself to pull together. Wiping her eyes, she put on a smile. “Milo, what are you doing up so early?”
As she moved to hug him, Jotham grabbed her wrist.
“Think about the compensation,” he said, his voice low and soft, yet sharper than any blade. “Let’s get this done in the next few days. Dragging it out won’t do either of us any good.”
Without waiting for a reply, Jotham turned and left.
Milo looked up at him, hesitantly calling out, “Daddy?” but this time, the man’s retreating back was resolute. He didn’t even seem to hear him.
“Is… is Daddy really leaving us?” Milo mumbled into Brianna’s embrace. His large eyes were filled with confusion, the usual mischievous glint gone, replaced by the helplessness of a small child.
A lump formed in Brianna’s throat, and she couldn't find the words to comfort him. She just held him tighter.
No, she couldn’t lose. For her son’s sake, she had to keep fighting.
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That evening, Jotham planned to talk to Brianna again about the divorce after Milo was asleep, but he found that she was gone. She had left in a hurry, taking only a few of her things and Milo with her. Her phone was off.
A sudden thought struck him, and he rushed to their room to search for something.
He had given her the flash drive with Ramona’s thesis on it, and she had never returned it.

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