Part 3Not Too Dirty For Him Now

There was a brief pause on the line before Camille let out a shriek of genuine delight.

"Are you serious? Hermosa, that's incredible! Okay, get your visa paperwork expedited this week. Once I wrap up the transition here, we are on a plane."

I had majored in fashion design and worked as an assistant designer at Camille’s label before I got pregnant. After marrying Calvin, I had stepped back, doing occasional freelance sketches for her just to keep my sanity. Camille was currently orchestrating a massive career move, taking her core team to helm a major luxury house in Paris. She had been begging me to come with her for months.

I had hesitated. Growing up in the foster system, the concept of a "family" was something I revered. It was a holy grail. I couldn't bear the thought of abandoning my son.

But looking at it now, Hudson didn't want me.

And I was finally starting to understand that a home isn't defined by the people who happen to live in it. Sometimes, you have to become your own home.

After hanging up, I opened my laptop. I scrolled deep into my hidden files, finally locating a PDF.

It was the divorce agreement Calvin’s mother had drafted for me four years ago.