“Tell me you have some good news, Daniel.” I move through the throngs of people, phone to my ear as I go. My ankles are killing me. My back is so sore. I need to lay down now.
The joys of pregnancy.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Esme. I’m pushing the restraining order; I’ve been struggling to get it to go through.”
I let out an agitated groan into the phone. “You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me.”
“I’m sorry, I’m doing everything I can!” My lawyer is frantic.
I shake my head as the anger begins rising up in my chest. What the hell is wrong with everyone? Why is it so hard to get anything done?
“Ryan dropped his divorce claim. He keeps sending me flowers. He has been reported to the police multiple times. When are you going to understand this is turning into a matter of safety
