I stared at those three words until they burned. My throat ached like I'd swallowed needles.
I tapped "like" without thinking, then immediately took it back.
Sure enough, the next second Leona's message popped up.
Don't get the wrong idea.
There's nothing going on between me and Nigel.
I didn't bother replying.
After I got Zachery to sleep, I sat motionless on the bed until dawn.
When the clock hit six, I finally picked up my phone and called my father.
"Dad..."
My voice cracked the moment the word left my mouth.
All the hurt, all the grief, came flooding out. I couldn't stop crying.
On the other end, Dad panicked, asking me over and over what was wrong.
I sniffled and steadied my breathing. "Dad, I want to come home."
He didn't ask a single question. All he said was, "Okay."
"Mom and I are coming to get you."
I broke down all over again.
It wasn't long before I received the divorce agreement Dad had drafted. I forwarded it to Nigel without a second thought.
He didn't respond.
His parents beat the message home.
"Mom, Dad, you're—"
"You want to divorce Nigel?"
They cut me off before I could finish, practically tripping over themselves to speak.