Several days went past without any news on a signed divorce filing. Sophie found herself waking up later and later in the day. She consulted her doctor and received only words that it was normal during early stages of pregnancy.
As if complicit in that diagnosis, bouts of nausea began hitting her, too.
It was another one of those days. She woke up to find that it was already ten in the morning. Gregory had been trying to reach her: a rather concerning detail, since he never contacted her if there wasn’t any meaningful update. So she called back.
“You need to prepare for a contested divorce, Mrs. Beckett,” Gregory opened.
“Why? Did he shred the papers again?”
“No,” Gregory replied. “But he knew you’re currently busy at your boutique, so he planned to go and pick you up for lunch.”
Sop
