The Recipe for Letting Go

Summary

I was hospitalized with severe gastroenteritis for five days, and Shannon didn't come to visit me once.

That’s when I knew: it was time for us to get a divorce.

That evening, I slid the drafted divorce agreement across the desk to her.

She looked up from her computer, her gaze steady, as if she could see right through me.

“The day before yesterday, I missed our dinner because I had to help Daniel fix his data analysis. You know he’s a new hire, he’s inexperienced, and he’s an alumni from my college. I’m the only one he can turn to for help.”