The Evening Wind Never Reaches the Morning Mist

Coming home from my prenatal checkup, I hadn't even gotten one foot through the door yet. Antony stopped in front of me. His voice held no feeling at all. "Candice is back. Let's get a divorce." "Fine." My answer came without hesitation. Antony turned his head and looked at me, frowning. "I'll give you a thirty-million-dollar settlement, enough to keep you comfortable for the rest of your life."