A friend's friend.
"We are getting a divorce." Mira's mother, Mrs Bill spoke first when she noticed her husband wasn't going to speak first.
Color drained from Mira's face and it slowly wrinkled to form a from as she looked between her parents who were sitting opposite each other in the sitting room.
"You are joking, aren't you?" Mira asked trying her best to believe they were both only messing with her.
"Sweetheart, we wanted to let you know before we complete the paper work." Mr Bill said.
Mira had gotten her looks from her father. Mr Bill was the type of man who cared more about his health than he cared about his family and had refused to see himself as old even though he was already approaching 50.
Just like Mira, he wasn't very tall. His wife, Susan was taller than the both of them. But unlike his father, Susan was pretty much average looking and a complete workaholic who didn't seem to care about her looks at all.