Nina blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic.
The mention of her recent split with her husband felt like a jolt, pulling her out of the warm, hazy bubble they'd all been floating in.
Her lips parted, a flicker of surprise crossing her face, but as she met Abigaille's gaze—those wide, earnest eyes brimming with care—a soft, caring smile tugged at her own lips.
She took a slow breath, steadying herself before she spoke, her voice gentle but tinged with the weight of memory.
"Well..." Nina started, her tone thoughtful as she glanced down at her hands for a moment, then back up at Abigaille. "At first, I was genuinely shocked. One day, out of nowhere, I came home to find divorce papers on the table, his signature already scrawled across them.I just...I couldn't believe it."
