He frantically dialed my number again, but it was still turned off and unreachable.
Xanthe rushed over at this moment, noticing the crumpled divorce agreement in his hand. A flash of joy crossed her face as her eyes darted around.
"Is Sapphire upset with you again, throwing a tantrum? She can't walk, where could she go if you divorced?"
"She's made scenes too many times before. Of course she has to make it more convincing now, otherwise how else would she get you worried about her?"
Fitch's expression remained grim:
"This time is different. She even signed it."
I always blamed him for agreeing to reveal our true relationship, only to back out each time. I had cried and made scenes, but never mentioned divorce.
Xanthe observed Fitch's face and said:
"As long as you haven't gone to city hall to file the paperwork, you're not officially divorced."
Xanthe's gaze fell on the agreement, full of meaning: