My Regret Is a Shore No One Crossed

On the way to take Lois Thomas to the delivery room, she got a call. A man's voice came through the car's Bluetooth. "I'm back. Divorce him, all right?" Lois didn't answer. She casually pressed the button to hang up. I thought that was a clean, decisive refusal. Until that night, when she came out of the delivery room and had her lawyer bring over the divorce agreement.