Chapter 12 

I contacted a lawyer to draft the divorce agreement and temporarily moved into a hotel. 

My phone buzzed. It was Daniel Brown, telling me not to stay up late. 

A sense of absurdity wrapped around me, unable to escape, neither here nor there, making me feel stifled. 

1 looked down at the message, his seemingly caring words. Tears blurred the screen, making the words unreadable. 

Daniel Brown didn’t understand. 

couldn’t feel my insecurity at all. Even if I screamed and shouted, he wouldn’t understand, as if he were watching a crazy person throwing a 

16rum. 

I felt a silent grievance. 

Compared to Daniel Brown’s concern, what I wanted was his apology. I wanted him to understand my pain, my discomfort. 

But he didn’t. 

In a daze. I remembered what Daniel Brown had said about me 

being “like her mon” 

I chuckled softly, wiping the tears from my face, 

Maybe, in Daniel Brown’s heart. I am just a crazy person 

I wiped the water stains from the screen and murmured softly. 

“Daniel Brown, you’re wrong, I’m actually more like my dad” 

After all, I was raised by my dad. 

Selfish, indifferent, when hurt, 1 would first think of myself–what do I need? How do I feel? And how can I leave gracefully? 

I turned off the phone and tossed it aside.