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melt out here in this heat.”

Elena accepted a thick manila envelope from Alfred and pulled out a document. “You’re absolutely right, Martha. It is hot. So let’s make this brief.”

She handed papers to Mark. “These are for you.”

Mark’s hands trembled so violently he nearly dropped them. “What… what is this?”

“Divorce papers,” Elena said calmly. “Citing irreconcilable continue reading …