ld sketches for my game worlds. I opened it and pulled o

the desk on top

one, C

ng in the ai

e didn't need to read the he

of venom. "You want a divorce? Absolu

who goes to Noah's parent-teacher conferences alone because you have a 'client dinner.' I'm the one who remembers our a

ave you contributed? You sit in this dark room all day playing your little ga

e started to throb just below the knee. I looked down at it, at

" I said, my voice tired. "Not on eq

d pulled her out. A falling piece of equipment had crushed my leg in the process. It left me with a permanent injury, chronic pain, and an end to my dream of being a game animator, forcing me into

ay from her. "The papers are signed on

room. She grabbed my arm, h

oing anywhere

violent movement, she snatched the papers and tore them in half, th

she said, her chest hea

ke pity, but felt like contempt. "You know, I pay for the best physical therapy for th

fice, reframing it as a

tantrum. I'm taking Noah to see Uncle Mark this weekend. Maybe we'll go to that amuseme

slammed b

ur son, Noah, in the other room, asking his mother if Uncle Mark was coming

leg was nothing compared t