(Jane’s POV)
I didn’t expect the law firm to look so… polished. Like wealth had sterilized the walls. Sleek. Quiet. The kind of place where lives got split in half, neatly and without fuss.
The receptionist glanced up when I stepped in, her face unreadable. “Hi. Can I help you?”
“I’m here to pick up some documents. And a box.” My voice sounded more composed than I felt. “It was arranged through Nathan Frank’s personal attorney.”
She tapped her keyboard, nodded. “Jane Frank?”
“For now,” I muttered.
She slid a clipboard across the counter. “Please sign here. You can wait in the glass conference room down the hall. Mr. Frank’s attorney, Mr. Gustavo, will be with you shortly.”
I nodded, inked my name, and followed the hallway lined with glass offices. All around me were men in suits spe
