Jonathan arrived at the hospital about an hour later, visibly startled to see me lying in bed, pale and weak. "Grace, what happened to you?"

"Not feeling well. Where's the divorce agreement?" I asked.

Jonathan, whom I had once recommended as Tyler's personal lawyer—a mutual connection through a former classmate—now seemed embarrassed by the awkwardness of the situation.

He handed me the agreement, standing off to the side before hesitating, "How did ...