STILL BOUND TO HIM

Evelyn sat on the plush couch in the dimly lit living room, the divorce papers trembling slightly in her hands.

Her father sat across from her, his expression serious but sympathetic. The weight of the moment pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.

The air was thick with unspoken emotions, the silence between them almost unbearable.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, and tears blurred her vision as she stared at the stark black letters on the crisp white paper.

Each word felt like a dagger to her heart, a painful reminder of the love that was slipping away. Memories of happier times flooded her mind: the laughter, the shared dreams, the quiet moments of understanding. Each memory was a bittersweet echo of what once was.

Her father’s presence was a steady anchor, his concern palpable.

“Evelyn, are you sure about this?”

he asked gently, his voice a mix of worry and support.

Evelyn took a deep breath, her chest tightening with the effort. She knew he wanted what was best for her