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ONE MONTH LATER
KAUAI, HAWAII
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[ R Y D E R ]
“Dad! There’s mail!” I shouted into the house and threw the big white envelope on the kitchen table.
I just came home from my morning training at the beach, and I noticed this white envelope sitting on the front porch. It was addressed to my dad from some law company. I thought it might be important.
Dad came out of his room seconds later. He picked up the envelope and muttered, “Oh, right…”
“What is it?”
Dad let out a sigh and opened the envelope. His eyes scanned the paper quickly before saying, “Nothing says Happy Thanksgiving like signing your divorce papers,”
“Ah, dad, I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know it was that thing
