Rosalynn frowned as she fished it out of her pocket. She glanced at the screen, and her eyes dimmed.

The call was from Debora.

She must have seen the news as well.

Sadly, the old woman's efforts were all in vain.

Rosalynn took another deep, fortifying breath before answering the phone.

“Rosalynn, it's been a while since you've paid me a visit. Are you free today? Won't you drop by and send some time with me?"

Debora's kind, Loving voice came through the line.

Rosalynn felt her nose prickle with emotion, but she managed to calm herself.

"Sure. I'll see you later."

After ending the call, she sent a quick message to Keegan asking for a day off.

She wasn't in any mood to work, anyway, so she might as well deal with this debacle once and for all.

“Was that Debora?" Hutton asked.

“Yes, she asked me to go over and catch up." Rosalynn moved robotically, washing her face and brushing her teeth.

“You didn't answer my question yet. What are you planning to do?"

Hutton fiddled with the hem of his shirt, Looking worried and confused.

Rosalynn picked up a face towel and patted her Lips dry.

“I will divorce Brian."

At the hospital, Brian had Eleanor's throat in a vice grip, his eyes burning with rage.

"Why the hell did you get the media involved? Do you think you can force me this way?"

Eleanor's eyes started to roll back in her head, her face turning an alarming shade of red. She was slapping his hand repeatedly in a desperate plea to let her go.

"Please believe me! It wasn't me! The reporters... You know how they are! Constantly trying to find a good story... Please let go!"

Brian's expression turned even more thunderous. He didn't relinquish his grip until Eleanor's face turned purple, and he heard her choking on her own saliva.