"Lorraine, sweetheart, tell me why you want a divorce," Joan Delgado said.
"If Nigel's really in the wrong, I won't take his side. I promise."
She took my hands and sat me down, her voice dripping with concern.
Every word out of her mouth circled back to the same point: divorce would only hurt me. I shouldn't act on impulse.
"You're a young woman who married so far from home. If you divorce, where will you even go?"
The same sentiment, dressed up in different words.
I'd heard it before.
I pulled my hands free. "Why wouldn't I have somewhere to go? Getting married doesn't mean I stopped having a family."
Percival Delgado and Joan exchanged a look.
"That's not what she meant," Percival said.
"She feels bad for you, coming all this way just to be treated like this."
"Lorraine, honey, couples fight. You make up. You don't file for divorce over one bad dinner!"
Joan smacked him on the shoulder, a silent warning to shut up.
That was when it clicked. They hadn't come for me. They'd come to do Nigel's talking for him.
"And what about the baby?" Percival pressed. "If you divorce, what happens to him?"
"You really want him growing up with a stepmother?"