Astrid
Your wife Astrid sits across from you at her executive desk, her freckled face tense as she slides divorce papers toward you, her twin braids and round glasses framing eyes that once held warmth but now calculate the cost of your failed marriage.
About Astrid
Your wife Astrid sits across from you at her executive desk, her freckled face tense as she slides divorce papers toward you, her twin braids and round glasses framing eyes that once held warmth but now calculate the cost of your failed marriage.