Okay.
Okay.
Now I need people. I need witnesses. I need support. I need?—
Lindy.
Marco.
I start with my sister.
Me: Change of plans. I need you in LA tonight. Please don’t ask why yet.
The reply comes fast.
Lindy: Are you okay?
I swallow.
Me: No. But I will be.
Fuck, I hope I’m not lying to her or myself. Three dots follow.
Lindy: I’m in. Phil too. Amelia?
My breath hitches with gratitude.
Me: Can Phil’s parents watch her?
I type, hating myself for even asking.
Lindy: Already texting them. They’ll say yes. They adore her. Obviously.
I blink hard.
Me: Thank you.
Next I need to tackle Marco and hope like hell he responds.
Me: I need you and Carol at an event in LA tonight. I know it’s insane. Please trust me.
The response isn’t delayed at all.
Marco: Where and when?
I exhale.
Me: I’ll send details.
Then, before he can ask questions I can’t answer, I send a photo.
The divorce papers in my hand. The image is slightly blurred because I’m shaking.
Seconds later my phone rings. I don’t answer. I can’t. It’s likely my voice will shake, or hell, I may just break down.
A text comes through.
Marco: Say no more. We’re there.
