NALANI
~ONE MONTH LATER~
“My wish wasn’t granted. I really never wanted to see his face again,” I tell Keith with a frown on my face as we stand beside each other in front of the city’s penitentiary.
“Lani,” he begins, using the shortened version of my name which he now calls me by. “Even when you made that wish, I’m sure you knew it just wasn’t possible. He may have left you with these papers, but he never signed them. I know it’s not easy, but that’s why I’m here with you. We’ll be in and out before you know it. We still have traffic to beat today, remember?”
I nod.
Aside from coming to see Daniel in prison to finalize our divorce, today is our first physical store launch in the heart of New York City.
Daniel’s attempt to kill me on a live stream with close to twenty thousand peopl
