“It was just a dinner!”
“And my empty plate was ‘just a plate,’ right?”
Daniel went completely quiet.
I pulled a thick folder out of my desk drawer—a file I had prepared that morning with my attorney and college friend, Paula. I slid it across the glass table.
“I need you to pack your clothes and leave.”
Daniel opened the folder. His face drained of color. “Divorce?”
“Yes.”
