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.

better and not so icky. I’ll teach you

from the ward’s doorway. When he saw the duo, he quickly went back into the ward. They came in and saw Lawrence

her. Abigail only had a part 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

who’s here. Shouldn’t you be

knows what’s going on with your family, so she told me to check in on

at Cameron coolly. Can you stop

just telling the truth, Cameron

dinner

heard pasta, and she huddled

opened

I’m starving.” Abigail loved her grandmother’s pasta and arancini. The elderly woman was great at making

Lawrence asked, “I thought you’d only have salad for dinner and no carbs. Why change

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

some pasta. “Have a taste. Have more if you like

was already digging

Pearson case going?” Analise

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

well. Just get some rest here