"You need to appear at the courthouse in two weeks to sign the divorce agreement," he says after reading the document.

"I-I don’t have a lawyer. And I don’t know anyone besides you," I whisper, lowering my gaze to keep him from seeing the tears already burning my eyes. My voice breaks with every word.

"I can’t be your lawyer," he replies, regret heavy in his tone.

"I understand. You’re his best friend—you don’t want to risk losing him," I say, accepting his rejection.

"That’s not ...