Chapter 11

• It had been three days since Atticus walked out of my father’s bedroom after we signed the documents that bound us legally as husband and wife, and there had been no contact from him ever since.
• Not that I was expecting any form of communication with him or anything, but somehow, for reasons unknown to me, I felt a little ache at being so blatantly tossed aside because that was what it was.
• He didn’t need to do anything for me, nor did he owe me anything. I knew he was trying to let me know that he didn’t care, and that was to be expected since we were strangers, and I hated myself for feeling pissed about it.