Seemingly, from her expression, Leon could tell that she was ready to do anything. If it got to spare the main, she had beautifully crafted for herself. So much so, that she pushed the papers and threw them in her lap with the pen on top of them.
"Sign it." He said and she winced at the sharp tug he gave at the end of his words.
Just to be sure that she had raided the right words in the dark, Joyce glanced at the papers once again. Yes, she stood corrected.
They were divorce papers and they had been initiated by her.
Her hair against the divorce papers from Adrian. She had to make a choice. Although, they had not been much of one, because her answer was going to be clear.
Joyce moved her eyes to him and shook her head as much as she could move it with him, holding her hair. "I'm not going to sign it."
"I will chop off your hair."
"Do it." She dared.
