“No, I’m divorced. I got divorced when I realized…” I stopped talking. Jupiter stopped moving, his brow furrowing deep. “Realized what?” I took a beat. This wasn’t the time or place to tell him. I didn’t want him to know in the midst of a somewhat heated conversation. “It doesn’t matter.” His face dropped closer, nearer to my height. He wanted to see the look in my eyes, because he knew exactly why I’d divorced my ex-husband.
