“Hey, Mars, will you do something for me?” He glances my way, keeping one eye on the road. “What?” Slowly, I reach forward and pick up my phone. A half-dozen missed calls and a string of text messages light up the screen. Troy is in rare form this morning, desperate to hurl his insults and cut me down. I hold out the phone towards Ilmari. “When this rings again, will you answer it?” He glances down at it with a frown. “Why is he calling you?” “Because before I left, I signed divorce papers,” I reply. “A courier delivered them to him this morning.” His brow furrows. “I thought you were living
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