Her Life Beyond the Walls

On the one thousand and ninety-fourth day of being Mrs. Harris, I asked James Harris for a divorce.

His face showed a hint of confusion, but it quickly shifted to his usual, composed expression.

"As you wish," he said, his tone as flat as if we were discussing whether to replace the milk on the breakfast table.

He did not even bother to ask why.

On the one thousand and ninety-fifth day, I gently saw him and the children off, acting as if nothing had happened, and then completely left the Harris family behind.