"Skye!" Skye's husband, Justin, yelled from his recliner in the living rom.
"UGH. WHAT!?" Skye yelled from the kitchen, "I'm trying to cook dinner!"
"Gabe got into his crayons again!"
"Then clean it up! I am not going to do it all the time. He is your son too!"
Justin got up from his chair and went into the kitchen, "You know I am not going to go to work and then come home and have to deal with kids."
"They are your kids too, Justin. This isn't the 1920s."
Justin stared at her, "I go to work. I expect dinner later on."
Skye took a deep breath and then turned around and looked at him, "Cook it yourself. I'm going out with my friends tonight. You take care of the kids tonight." With that she walked out and into her bedroom. She got dressed into something more for going out, grabbed her purse and keys and walked out.
Skye drove to her best friend's house. She had a key, so she just walked in, "Taylor!".
"Hey what's up!?" Taylor came running down the stairs.
"Needed out of the house. Got into another fight. It's like he doesn't think that they are his kids."
"You need to divorce him. I know a great lawyer."
"Really? I've been trying to find one."
"Yeah, let me find his card."
"Why did you need a lawyer?"
"I needed him when I divorced Jake." Taylor stated rummaging through things in her drawer.
"Oh."
"Oh here it is."
Taylor handed her the card.
Skye read it out loud, "Grant Ward...of course."