Tears and sobs accompanied with heartbreak, were her companion for the time being.
Divorced. She was divorced from her husband. Hopefully, Adrian was going to put up a fight against it. He knew, in fact, anyone who had met them knew that they were nowhere near the stage where they wanted to be separated from one another much less get a divorce.
He had to fight.
Even though Joyce did not know much about courtrooms, and divorce laws, did both the parties not have to be present for them? Consent had to be given, no?
How could Michael just fight on her behalf when he was no one? It's her father who did it, Joyce would have believed it but it was Michael. Michael was no one.
Another series of sobs left her throat, and Joyce made no attempt to consider them. She was alone in a cold and dark room, with no one to listen to her so why should she bother to silence herself?
