He called out to her. “Wait a minute!”

Turning around, Mason took a document out of the car and gave it to her, “The court has decided on a date for Noah’s case. It falls on the beginning of next year.”

Zoe took it, read it repeatedly, and mumbled, “Geez. That’s a long time.”

Looking into her eyes, he spoke softly, “Are you going to file for divorce when the court case is over?”

She didn’t give him an exact answer, but that was about the size of it.

His eyes grew darker as a strong gust blew past them and tousled his hair. Top that off with his white shirt and the deep gray windbreaker, they were tied to form Zoe’s favorite sight.

Staring at her intensely, he said, “Didn’t we have a good run a while back? We could’ve had one or two babies in another two years, Zoe. We could have a better, happier life than most people!”

Her grip on the documents tightened. After a brief pause, she nodded slightly and said, “It sounds tempting! However, I’d have to tear down and reform myself,