Griffith had lost weight by the time he left the hospital.
He placed the signed divorce agreement on the table.
His expression was blank, but his eyes were bloodshot.
"Even though we're divorcing... you can still call if you need anything."
Then he packed a few clothes, turned, and left.
It took less than 10 minutes.
I stood dazed for a few seconds before my phone rang.
"Odette, has Griffith agreed to the divorce?"
It was Mom.
Before I could answer, she went on angrily.
"Does he have a secretary named Annika Fawcett?
"That woman clearly has bad intentions. She actually came to the hospital to lecture me!
"Said you didn't know how lucky you were, that you weren't being considerate of Griffith.
"I slapped her right then and there. Then I called him..."
Mom's voice caught.
"Ode
