JJ
Marissa had three folders on her desk when I arrived.
I eyed them as I sat down.
“Please tell me at least one of those contains good news.”
She smiled. “That depends on how you feel about paperwork.”
“I’ve developed a personal hatred for it.”
“Then today might be difficult.”
I laughed, although the nerves I’d carried into her office hadn’t gone anywhere.
Marissa opened the folder closest to her.
“I wanted to talk about moving your divorce forward while Donald remains unaccounted for.”
“Can we actually do that?”
“Potentially, yes. His disappearance complicates the process, but it doesn’t automatically stop it.”
I sat straighter.
She explained that the court required proper notice before certain proceedings could move forward. Because Donald couldn’t currently be located, her
