Chapter 8

Latisha bit her lip, her eyes fixed on his face. After a long moment, as if coming to a decision, she let go of his shirt.

She walked past him, down the stairs, and over to the coffee table in the living room. Bending down, she pulled open a drawer.

Clifford followed her, his eyes widening when he saw what was inside: a set of divorce papers. They had been there for a long time, and he'd never even noticed. He'd never had a reason to open that drawer.

He looked at Latisha, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief.

She looked back at him, her eyes saying everything she couldn't.

*Let's get a divorce.*

A humorless laugh escaped him. "Are you throwing a tantrum?"