'Divorce is all she ever talks about. As if I'm desperate to keep her!'
Leona Grant's face darkened as he warned, "I'm warning you, don't let Mom and Dad find out about the divorce. You'd better be on your best behavior today. If you pull any stunts, I won't let you get away with it. And another thing, you're not allowed—"
Annabelle Linton reached out and took his hand, her touch devoid of any emotion. She looked at him coolly. "We'll be late if we don't go in now. I hope that after today, our divorce can proceed smoothly."
Her sudden action cut off the rest of what Leona Grant was saying.
He lowered his gaze to her small hand resting on his larger one. It was cool, almost cold, to the touch, her slender fingers so pale they seemed translucent.
'After all these years, this is the first time we've ever held hands like a couple.'
Leona Grant froze for a moment before enveloping Annabelle Linton's hand with his own. A strange sense of satisfaction and reassurance washed over him.
