After leaving Jack's law firm, I soon received a call. One of his associate lawyers came to see me and had me sign all the representation agreements. From now on, my divorce proceedings were officially underway. Detective Wilson informed me that the seal on my apartment had been lifted, and I could go home. But as I stood in front of the large apartment still draped with yellow caution tape, staring at the shards of glass scattered everywhere, I had no desire to step inside. It felt like a century had passed since that robbery. I called the hotel manager and asked him to arrange for some cleaners to thoroughly clean the place. He was well aware of what had happened in my apartment. "Don't worry, Ms. We'll make it feel like home again." But could this apartment still be called home? All the
