Divorce cracked when CeCe asked. Her shoulders slumped, her left hand carefully arranged to not touch the rest of her, and she could only stare inconsolably at the puddle of sick near her bed. She wasn't really surprised that Comfort Food would pick up on the problem, but Divorce had just hoped it wouldn't happen. Maybe just this once, CeCe could not be so in tune to those in need?
"It's nothing," Divorce started, looking utterly miserable. The burns she'd inflicted on her left hand hurt, and the goddess focused on the pain while her good hand picked at the hem of the men's dress shirt she wore. "I just got back from a trip that didn't go very well, and I'm feeling a bit off and..."
Her breath caught in her throat. Why had Litigation left so soon before this? He could unmake the mistake as quickly as she and Greed had made it. Without him available, it was up to Divorce to fix things. That was assuming she could even find the will to leave her apartment.
CeCe on the other end of the line snapped Divorce out of her own head. When she spoke again it was in an embarrassed near-whisper. "I got married."