Trent stopped fighting the two men holding him and turned to me, and the arrogance was gone out of his face entirely; what was left was raw and frightened and small.

“Delaney — please.” His voice broke on it.

“Not here.

We can talk about this in private.

We can work it out, I swear — ”

“There’s nothing left to talk about, Trent,” I said, and I was surprised by how gently it came out.

I set the folded paper down on the DJ’s table.

“My lawyer filed for divorce at four o’clock yesterday afternoon.