The hospital room was bathed in soft afternoon light as Anabella sat on the edge of the bed, slipping on her shoes and preparing to leave.
Her body still felt weary, but the idea of returning to the bakery and reclaiming some semblance of normalcy was comforting. She glanced around the sterile room one last time, grateful for the care but eager to move on.
A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. A nurse stepped in, holding an envelope in her hand. Her expression was sympathetic, almost painfully so, as she approached Anabella.
"Ms. Anabella," the nurse said hesitantly, "this was just delivered for you."
Anabella took the envelope with a small frown, her fingers brushing against the embossed seal that gave away its formality. Her chest tightened as she opened it, pulling out the neatly folded papers within. The bold heading at the top of the page confirmed her suspicions: Divorce Agreement.
