Once returning home, I packed efficiently, years of shared possessions ignored in favor of my essentials. The pile of luggage by the door felt like freedom incarnate. I then uploaded the damning evidence to Alexa's public social media account. No need for captions; the evidence spoke for itself.

Finally, I left the signed divorce papers on the coffee table, powered off my phone and snapped the SIM card in half. Without a glance backward, I hailed a cab and disappeared into the city lights.