“When I texted him to ask how he could do that to Sadie, he forwarded me an email from his insurance agent,” I said.

“He took Sadie off his car insurance.

The bill is four hundred and twelve dollars, and it’s due today.”

“And what did Sadie do?” Darla asked.

“She shoved her shoes into the bottom of her closet,” I said.

“She told me she isn’t going to her senior prom.”

I rubbed my thumb along the side of my index finger while I waited for her answer.

I expected her to stick up for Rory, or to tell me ex-wives always see the worst in everything.