"Mrs. Montigo, are you sure? You could always try separa-"
"Y-yes I'm sure." I play nervously with a thread that stuck out of my pants.
"Okay . . . well you know what we have to do. We have to get the petition created and then filed . . . which means you need to at least mention the divorce to him."
"Yeah okay, that's fine." My stomach churned at the thought of seeing Henry again.
"I would much rather us talk about all of this in person, can you make an appointment with my assistant?"
"Will do, thanks."
As soon as she hung up, I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. Talking about this with my lawyer made it feel all too real.
I had lost my appetite, and covered the bowl I was eating from. I turned on my phone, and cringed at all the notifications, the sound alon
