I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Abigail grunted. She noticed Lawrence staring at her and smiling, and she got uneasy. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“It’s fine. I’m just happy.” Lawrence looked away, but he was smiling. He couldn’t help it.

Abigail noticed the fruits lying around, and she asked, “Do you want to have some fruits? There are-

“I’ll have anything!” Lawrence answered quickly. Realizing he had interrupted Abigail, he said, “Go on. I won’t interrupt you anymore.”

Abigail grunted and went to the fruit basket. “Any allergies or things you can’t eat? Things that might spike your blood sugar levels?”

“No. I’ve always been healthy.” Lawrence felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

Scarlett was jealous, and she stared at Abigail. Abigail couldn’t take it eventually, so she asked, “What about you? Any favorites or things you don’t eat?”

“I like fruit salad. Can we do it together?” Scarlett asked, almost simpering.

“Sure.” Abigail nodded. She peeled a pear for Lawrence and went to the supermarket with Scarlett to get their fruit salad ingredients. The ladies stood in a single file, and Abigail took everything she needed in one go.

“Don’t you check the brands?” Scarlett asked.

“I don’t know a lot about dressing brands. Any suggestions?” Abigail stopped in her tracks and asked.

not so icky. I’ll

doorway. When he saw the duo, he quickly went back into the ward.

of it, but she realized it was a big part. Once they were done cating. Analise and Sean came in with lunch boxes. Even Cameron

well. Look at who’s here. Shouldn’t you be smooching your girlfriend?”

going on with your family, so she

Cameron coolly. Can you stop showing

was just telling the

and placed the lunch boxes on the nightstand, then, she opened them up It’s dinner for you

and she huddled loser

opened

grandmother’s pasta and arancini. The elderly woman was great at making them. Nothing outside could compare to her grandmother’s

Scarlett was huddling closer to Lawrence’s lunch box, Lawrence asked, “I thought

shape anymore, so…” She couldn’t eat it, but it was Analise’s cooking, so she had to at least be polite

“Have a taste.

was already digging into her pasta.

the Pearson case going?”

package. He picked the coffin, and now he’s waiting for

things well. Just get