Love sinks into the sea of night

On our fifth anniversary, I found an old cell phone in Liam Blackwood's personal safe.

The password was his first love's birthday.

It chronicled all their sweet moments from the past.

And his current photo album? It didn't even have a single picture of me.

"Clara Reynolds, is it fun to snoop through other people's privacy?"

I turned to face the man standing in the doorway, no shouting, no drama.

Just a calm, "Let's get a divorce."

Liam Blackwood formatted the phone right in front of me, his expression so indifferent it was impossible to read.