Ivy
The wind had picked up by the time I turned the corner, pushing hair into my face and numbing my fingertips beneath Lila’s blanket.
I’d only meant to take her out for a walk, nothing more. A little fresh air, a moment of something ordinary. I’d wrapped her tight, the stroller canopy pulled low, the world trimmed down to our quiet sidewalk and the soft squeaks of the wheels against concrete.
But then I saw it.
First, the glossy cover displayed in the corner shop window.
“The Perfect Firm Partners.”
Damian.
Madeleine.
In black and white. Posed like something out of a romance ad. His tux. Her wedding dress. His hands on her waist. The two of them smiling, perfect, rich, and made for each other.
I stopped walking.
My throat closed, heart stalling in my chest.
It felt like gettin
