I held back my disappointment and said, “Of course, honey.” Then I just sat on the couch, staring at the table I set for two.
A knock at the door pulled me out of it. It was a courier.
“Anna? Delivery for you.”
He handed me a beautiful box. My heart lifted—I thought Thomas had planned a surprise after all.
I opened the box, saw a cake… and nearly dropped it.
Written in icing: “It’s Time to Get Divorced.”
