The courtroom empties slowly, the hushed whispers of onlookers fading into silence. You sit still, hands folded in your lap, unsure if you feel numb or just exhausted.

The divorce is official. It’s over.

Neuvillette remains at the bench longer than necessary, reading over documents with his usual meticulous precision. He doesn’t have to say anything else—but after the clerk dismisses the room, he speaks.

“Would you remain for a moment?”