“Sign it.”The words didn’t register in my mind at first. It hung in the air, creating a tension that was heavy and suffocating. My eyes trailed to the paper on the table, scanning the bold letters at the top without fully seeing them. My mind was in disarray, as I struggled to grasp what was happening.“Damian, I’m confused...what is this?” I asked.He didn’t answer me immediately. Instead, he leaned back on his chair, a stoic expression plastered on his face. His gaze was fixed on me, eyes cold and filled with detachment, like I wasn’t someone he was in love with.“These are divorce papers,” he said in a firm tone. “I don’t think I need to explain anything further.”His words hit harder this time, sinking into me painfully. The words settled within my chest until it started to twist, and they echoed in my head, refusing to align with the reality I thought I was living a few hours ago.“Is this some kind of sick joke? This isn’t funny,” I said, forcing out a weak laugh that died down

I always used to think my sister hated me. At least that was the easiest thing to believe, especially when it painted me as the confused one and her as the cruel one. It was the version of the story that made it easy to move on without digging deeply into the past.It was less painful than way.But memories resurfaced in my mind without warning.I was eight years old when I first realised how much I made my parents proud. It wasn’t a lavish moment, it was just a school event, a small award ceremony where I had been won the science fair. I still remember holding the certificate tightly in my hands as I searched the crowd for familiar faces.That was when I saw them, my parents. They had a proud look on their face and that stayed with me for a long time.“You did so good Sophie,” my mother said , pulling me in a tight hug that felt warm. “We always knew you were so brilliant.”My father nodded, patting my shoulder. “Keep this up and I know you’ll go far in life.”I remembered how these