The divorce was finalized on a Friday.

Cleo stood outside the courthouse with the papers in her hand and the afternoon sun on her face and waited to feel something dramatic. Something cinematic. Instead she just felt tired and light at the same time, like she had been carrying something heavy up a long flight of stairs and had finally put it down at the top.

Three years. Two of them a lie.

She folded the papers and put them in her bag and called her best friend Nadia and said two words.

"It's done."

Nadia screamed loud enough that the woman walking past Cleo on the pavement turned to...