“I am tired, Elijah, yes. I’m exhausted, and I know you must be too. Why do we keep doing this? Why do we keep dancing this dance? Why don’t we just … let go?” My nostrils flare and my hand drops to my side. “What do you mean?” Her sigh speaks of bone-deep weariness. “I mean I think I’m done, Elijah. I want a divorce.”
