Later that afternoon, while sipping coffee, I received a call from a lawyer friend.
He told me the divorce agreement was ready and had been sent to my email for review. "Everything looks good. Thanks." I scanned it quickly, "Once I'm back in Chicago, dinner's on me."
His laugh came through the phone, "Thanks in advance, Miss Hoffman. Felicia, congratulations on your upcoming freedom. Come back soon."
A warm feeling stirred in my chest. Sebastian Curtis had been my closest friend since childhood. Six years ago, when I stayed in Houston for love, he had been the first to object.
He had said, "Troy might be good-looking, but you two are worlds apart. Don't be foolish enough to marry him!"
And, "That guy's face screams he won't stay loyal. Don't be stupid!"
But a woman in love is far from rational. I thought all men might cheat, but my Troy wouldn't.
He might've been poor, but he was hardworking and ambitious. With a little help, he could run his business well.
Most of all, I couldn't forget the look of deep affection in his eyes when he confessed to me under the cherry blossom tree. But now, that expression was fading from memory.