He shook his head.

“I don’t want the money.”

“Then what do you want?”

He looked at me and smiled.

That small, cold smile I’d come to recognize during the final year of our marriage.

He never answered.

Eventually, the dispute went before the judge.

Three weeks before Brian’s moving deadline, the court ruled that the mirror was my separate property.

I remember sitting in the courthouse parking lot afterward, crying with relief.

I’d thought Brian could no longer take it from me.

Now I was kneeling beside its shattered remains.

And I understood that he hadn’t wanted the mirror.

He’d wanted the power to keep me from having it.

I reached toward the broken frame.

Then stopped.

My attorney’s voice echoed in my mind.

*Photograph everything.*

Claire Delgado had repeated those words countless times throughout the divorce.

So I took out my phone.