“I am a divorce lawyer, yes,” Daniel says as he bites into his hamburger.
We’re sitting in the middle of a restaurant during the dinner rush, having this conversation after I’ve been stressing all day. Daniel is enjoying his hamburger and fries, but I barely touch my own burger. Anxiety has been making me nauseous for several days.
I’ve even puked a few times, which I’ve kept to myself.
“But.” Daniel is still talking. “I’m not very experienced. Our firm just started handling divorce cases earlier this year.”
Maybe that’s why Ryan hasn’t approached Daniel’s firm.
He seems a bit ashamed and embarrassed to have very little information. But the thing is, it doesn’t matter to me. All I care about is making this divorce process horrible for Ryan and
