Ten Days to Erase Our Forever

I didn't scream. I didn’t throw glasses or demand an explanation when I found out about Summer. I simply handed Bennett the divorce papers.

He sat there, head bowed, the weight of the silence stretching between us until he finally reached out and tore the documents into jagged halves.

"Ten days," he whispered, his voice thick with a struggle I no longer cared to decipher. "Give me ten days. After that, I’ll send Summer away. She’ll be gone, Sienna. Out of our lives for good."