She recalls his love letters and the way he would fight for her, unafraid to slug a man for merely looking at her, no matter the opponent's size. The way he held doors and pulled out chairs for her. A gentleman in every sense of the word.
Margaret rolls over, divorce papers clutched tightly in her hand. She's not sure exactly when things began to turn, but it did and here she was. Alone in the middle of a war, tear-stained divorce papers holding her hand in a way he hadn't for months.
Gentlemen, she thinks, are far from that.