My steps are big. I dashed to get the brown envelope. My eyes are already welling up with tears. I hate him. I don't want him to treat me this way any longer. I despise him for being so ready to do this to me! I loathe how he treated me! I removed the paper from the envelope and examined it. My eyes no longer deceive me since his signature is already on the page.

More and more large traces of tears fell on the paper. I'm just sobbing. I looked at him sharply then tore that paper in front of him. I furiously tore it up until the pieces...