But all I could see was the date printed on the first page.
It was from six weeks before our divorce was finalized.
Six weeks before I signed my name beneath the words that ended our marriage.
Six weeks before I told myself Sophie and I had already lost everything worth fighting for.
My hands felt numb as I bent down and picked up the file. The papers shifted in my grip, covered in medical terms I didn’t immediately understand. But a few words stood out clearly enough to make the floor seem to tilt beneath me.
Further evaluation required.
Urgent referral.
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