Darlene held the phone tightly and looked at the snow-white scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
She replied to him calmly, "The divorce procedure."
From the day she got into trouble on Christmas Eve to Nathen staying in the detention center for a month until the court pronounced the judgment a few days ago, the New Year had ended in a blur.
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of February, and Baltimore had entered spring. The weather had been cold for the past few days, with the temperature even colder than in the winter.
It had been snowing non-stop since last night, and the ground outside was covered with thick snow.
She said what she wanted to say concisely and did not say more. She just waited quietly for Gustave's reply.
Once again, it was as if no one was on the other line. It took him a long time to reply to her, "Aurora, I don't want to divorce. Can't we talk about the problems between us again?"