“I will not allow this,” Luna said. “Absolutely not. What were you thinking, Nolan?”
She was furious, pacing the room with her arms folded tightly across her chest. The volume of her voice was normal, but her tone was vicious.
“You cannot do this, Nolan!”
Luna stopped beside the table to look at the divorce forms again. She reached out one hand and drummed her fingers anxiously on the top of the thick stack of papers.
Then in one quick, wildly angry motion, she swiped it off the table. The papers went spilling onto the floor and floating into the air.
Nolan gave up trying to look like he had any composure left.
He dropped his head into his hands and rubbed his tired eyes.
“Tell me what you were thinking,” Luna said through clenched teeth. “Tell me what was going through your head
