"You okay?"

His question gives me chills for a second. It scared me that he found out that I'm filing for our divorce. Perspiration forms on my forehead.

Though this is impossible. He can't know about that. He was with his girlfriend when I made a call to the lawyer.

"Yes." I answer in a confusing manner. I touch his hand which is wrapped in a bandage.

His concerned eyes don't get satisfaction from my answer. They continue finding something on my face.

"Rafe? What's wrong? Why are you drench--"

"Were you crying?" He asks.

I widen my eyes. How did he know? I quickly ease my facial muscles, "No,...