Jasper's POV
The house feels different when I walk through the door. Like a crime scene waiting to be discovered. Virginia's humming drifts from the kitchen, sweet and innocent as always. The sound makes my skin crawl.
"Jasper? How did it go?" She appears in the doorway, dish towel in hand. Something about the image feels off, until it hits me. She’s playing the role of a perfect housewife. "Did you find her?"
I don't answer, heading straight for the bedroom, my footsteps heavy on the hardwood. The closet where I threw the divorce papers sits open, the floor bare except for a few pair of shoes sitting on the side.
"Looking for something?" Virginia follows me, her voice light and curious.
"Where are they?"
"Where are what?"
"The divorce papers." I turn to face her, my hands shaking w
