Those words broke something open inside me.
For once, I was not someone’s wife, obstacle, signature, or convenience.
I was a person worth protecting.
Scott finally apologized, but I did not rush to forgive him. I told him I believed he was sorry in that moment, but I was no longer the person who could make that enough.
As we secured the documents and prepared to leave, Margaret’s phone rang.
Her office had found preliminary information on Lena Reyes.
Margaret’s face went pale.
“Lena died five years ago,” she said. “But she had a daughter.”
Rain tapped softly against the trees.
Margaret looked at me.
“Her daughter’s name is Avery.”
