Tori tried to imagine how many people passed through the doors and what troubles they brought with them. But she knew that whatever the issue, George and Robert would find a solution. Just like George was helping her find hers.

After an hour of sorting through mail and e-mails, Tori went into George’s office. She pulled out a law book that contained information about divorces in North Carolina. Even though she did most of the research for her boss, she wanted to look at the statutes from her own perspective. The most important detail was in order to file for an “absolute divorce,” the couple must be separated for at least one year and one day. In many instances, couples signed a separation agreement, which covered terms and responsibilities. She knew he would never go for it. Another option was a DBB: Divorce from Bed & Board—a court-ordered separation due to abuse or adultery. It does not constitute an absolute divorce, but the court can intercede to resolve property issues. Tori’s head was spinning. She knew she wasn’t eligible for a DBB. Sure, he was sullen, but that didn’t reach the level of abuse. It was more of emotional abandonment that pained her. The one bright spot was the issue of child support. That could be filed at any time.

She was sorry she had opened the book. Her elation about going to the art center was clouded by the reality of logistics. She folded her arms and rested her head on the table. A soft knock startled her.

“You OK?” Arlene asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a little headache,” she lied. It was a huge headache, literally and figuratively.

“Can I get you something for it?”

“Thanks, but I have some aspirin in my purse.”

“Is there anything I can help you with? I thought you were taking the day off.”

“No, but thanks. I was just looking up something for a friend.” Tori checked her watch. “I’d better get going. I have a lot of errands to run.” She waited for Arlene to leave the doorway so she could put the book back on the shelf. She didn’t want Arlene to know what she had been reading about. Tori stood up, hoping it would give Arlene the hint to scram. It worked. She stretched and put her thoughts on pause. Maybe the psychic could steer her in the right direction. At least she knew Mr. Layton had her back, even if he wasn’t yet aware he might be representing her at some point. She resigned herself that if she didn’t face her issues head-on, she could be spinning in circles. Getting there was the big challenge.

She grabbed her purse, keys, and jacket and headed out the door. “See you tomorrow.”

“Sure thing. Have a good one!” Arlene was still picking at that ugly muffin.

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