#chat:daniel

@dxn-bolton

“Hello, my name is Lydia. I would like a divorce please... Hi, I’m Lydia, I’m divorcing my husband... Hi, I’m Lydia Hastings, I would like to get divorced... Do you know anything about divorces?” She closed her eyes, leaning against the steering wheel of her car, “Shit.” This was harder than she thought. He had killed someone. Mark had killed someone. Mark had killed her best friend. Why was divorcing him still hard? “Mia, baby girl, we’ve got this. Don’t worry.” She looked at the baby through her mirror, forcing a smile as though she were old enough to understand. “Shit. We’re late. Okay, great.” Shaking her head she climbed out of the car, starting towards the door of the building before quickly turning around, “Right, you need to come too.” Lydia said while opening the door, quickly moving to take the carrier portion of the carseat out of the car, “Mommy is doing great, don’t worry Mia.” Forcing a smile on her fact she walked into the building, looking around for a moment while she unzipped her coat with one hand, “Um, hello. I’m Lydia, I think I have an appointment with someone.”