Waylen clasped her hand firmly and pleaded, “It's just a meal, nothing more. I will sign the papers after that.”

His gaze pleaded earnestly, his determination unyielding.

Finally, Rena relented.

Taking her place in his vehicle, Rena watched as Waylen dialed Jazlyn instructing her on his request. Evidently, Jazlyn had anticipated this arrangement well in advance, for she promptly acquiesced.

Half an hour later, Waylen steered the car toward the apartment.

Everything remained unchanged, a replica of the past.

The Rococo-style drapes, the piano and the azure vases persisted, mirroring the past. Waylen even retrieved the injured Snowball from the veterinary hospital, and the dog was now resting lazily on a cushion soaking up the sun's rays

Upon Rena's arrival, Snowball darted toward her, whimpering plaintively.

Rena reached out, her touch gentle as she caressed the creature's head.

Observing her delicate hand, Waylen whispered in a hushed tone, "If you wish, you may take it away."

Rena bestowed a subtle nod, a gesture of acknowledgement

.

As this meal marked their parting, she felt disinclined to dine with him while clad in hospital attire. Seeking a more appropriate attire she ventured to the coat closet, selecting a dress and adorning herself with Light makeup.

Throughout the meal, silence enveloped them

Amidst the delectable cuisine, two divorce agreements lay upon the table.

Waylen set them aside, his voice a mere whisper, "We shall peruse them once we have finished our meal."

With utmost tenderness, he served her, ensuring she indulged in ample portions.

After savoring a modest amount, Rena delicately placed her fork down.

“Waylen, let us sign them."

His grip on the knife and fork grew slightly rigid.

After a brief pause, he responded, “I have yet to satiate my hunger.”

Rena waited patiently, devoid of any semblance of impatience. However desolate she might have felt, she understood the need to confront reality and forge ahead with courage.