It was time to leave.
I had a lawyer draft a divorce agreement, detailing the division of assets.
Carrying the agreement and my weary body home, I ran into Jay and Sherry coming in together.
Seeing my indifferent expression, a flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes.
He looked down and pulled a few things from his bag, tossing them in front of me.
"These are gifts I picked for Tiffany. Didn't she love the beach the most?
"And this, a limited edition collaborative toy."
I looked down at the trash in front of me, almost laughing in anger.
A few broken shells and a toy from a McDonald's kids' meal.
I mocked, "Mr. Watsons, you had a great time revisiting your youthful romance at a fast food restaurant while Tiffany was critically ill.
"You even brought back a bunch of trash. Is all this worth even one of Sherry's earrings?"
With those words, the guilt in Jay's eyes vanished, replaced by a cold expression.
"I was handling serious matters. What nonsense are you spouting? Stop being sarcastic. You wanted to marry me, not the other way around! The gifts I prepared for Tiffany are none of your business!"
After saying this, he turned and took a document from Sherry's hand, handing it to me.