A week or so later, Veruca was sitting in the passenger's seat right next to her mother, Margaret.
They were on the road together. Today was Veruca's appointment with a therapist to discuss something what Mike had called, "postpartum depression". The car ride had felt very different.
Margaret was focused with her eyes on the road. Veruca was looking down at her hands. Veruca looked up at Margaret.
"You know, I could drive myself you know.",said Veruca.
"I understand Veruca, but,this is serious.",said Margaret.
"Not as serious as you and Dad divorcing.",said Veruca.
Margaret stopped the car in the middle of the road and looked at her.
"How did you know?",asked Margaret.
"How do I know,Mom!?! On every news outlet, you and Dad are getting divorced and people been calling me asking me if I'm ok! It's all over the news!",yelled Veruca.
"Veruca,I understand this is tough to deal with..but, you, of all people, should've known about this.",said Margaret .
"How could I!? Everybody is worried about how broken I am.!",yelled Veruca
"Veruca calm down, this is only between me and your father…", said Margaret
She starts the car and pulls away from the curb. They resume driving until they finally made it to the building .
"We're here.", said Margaret.