"I want to start the divorce proceedings immediately," I told him.
That night, I cried.
Not because he had left me.
But because he had almost made me the unwitting financier of his new life.
The next day, he called me.
"I arrived in Montreal," he said, with airport sounds in the background.
What an actor.
"How did the flight go?" I asked calmly.
— Challenging, but it will be worth it for our future.
OUR.
For three days, he continued to call from his "Canada." White hallways. Parking lots. Car interiors.
If I hadn't seen the rental agreement, I would have believed every one of his lies.
On the fifth day, he received the official notification of divorce.
He called me furious.
— What is this, Sarah?
— The consequence of your decisions.
— You don't know what you're doing.
