Using the photo from Kevin's mother, I headed straight for the hotel where they were meeting.
Inside the grand lobby, Adela stood in a wedding dress, about to exchange rings with her groom.
Kevin watched from the audience below, looking like half his soul had been ripped out.
His voice was thick with restrained longing. "Adela, I hope you'll be happy."
Adela's eyes glistened with tears.
One on the stage, one below—they looked like star-crossed lovers torn apart by fate.
I walked in from outside, stopped right in front of Kevin, and raised my voice. "Since you and Adela are so desperately in love, let me do you both a favor!"
"Kevin, let's get divorced!"
