As soon as the front door closed, I went to our bedroom.
I knelt down by the bed and reached underneath.
My fingers touched something large.
I carefully pulled him outside.
It was Ashton’s black travel suitcase.
The same one he took on business trips before my accidentThe zipper was partially open.
Inside were neatly folded clothes, toiletries, and a thick envelope.
My name was written on the front.
I opened it
A few sheets of paper fell into my hands.
I took them into the living room, where the writing was easier to make out in the sunlight.
Using the zoom feature on my phone, I enlarged the text to the point where I could read the headline.
Application for dissolution of marriage.
I stared at these words.
Divorce documents
Under the heading were our names, address, and wedding information.
Nothing was signed.
But the documents were real.
And Ashton hid them under our bed.