“Are you OK mom?â€? Isabelle put her arm around her mother and stood her back up.
“Y-yes… Thank you hun…â€? Her mom looked at her gratefully, as if she would make everything better, but as soon as Caroline was steady she dropped her arm and stepped towards her father.
“How could you do that?â€? Isabelle glared at her father. Her father stuttered something inaudible, and Isabelle turned to face both her parents. “What’s wrong with you? You guys have been being even more horrible to each other than usual!â€? She looked back and forth between her parents.
“Oh hunny. I’m sorry,â€? her mother’s eyes pleaded with her. “We’re getting a divorce. We should have told you but we…â€?
Isabelle didn’t hear any more. Divorce? But… But… What about her? What about their family? She stared into space, oblivious to her parents trying to console her. She started walking towards the door. Then she broke into a trot, and then a run. She pulled on her sweatshirt and raced down the stairs two at a time.