A month slipped by before he knew it.
It had been less than a week since Theodore had run into Emma at Bart’s place, and now the thirty-day waiting period was up.
The day before, Larson Bennett’s attorney called to remind Theodore not to forget his appointment at city hall the next morning.
His original plan had been to drag things out—to make the divorce as difficult as possible for Emma. He knew it was inevitable, but at the very least, he could prolong the process. Maybe take it to court, maybe change his mind once or twice, just to make things a little less smooth. Maybe, just maybe, he could see her a few more times.
But now, he simply didn’t have the nerve to do any of that.
Nine o’clock in the morning.
He arrived at the city hall entrance right on time, only to see that Emma was already there.
She wasn’t alone—her lawyer was with her, and Larson himself had come along.
Theodore used to find Larson insufferable, but now, all that resentment had faded. Actually, it was probably a good thing—Emma deserved a big brother who cared for her, someone who would look out for her.
Emma had come early and waited in her car.
At nine o’clock sharp, she saw Theodore’s car pull up, right on schedule.
He’d had his hair trimmed and looked put together, wearing the tailored shirt she’d once ordered for him from Ellis. As he closed the car door, the cufflinks glinted blue in the morning sun.
He’d lost a lot of weight; now, the custom shirt hung a bit too loose on him.
Still, he no longer looked as disheveled or frantic as he had a few weeks ago. Some of that old high school calm and melancholy had found its way back into his eyes.
But time doesn’t turn backward.
All that remained now was hurt.
He walked up to her and offered a faint smile. “Emma.”

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