I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office on the 20th floor, looking out at the city skyline below.
Five years had passed since I had run away from New York with nothing but a backpack and a growing belly.
Five years since I had walked away from the life that had tried so hard to break me. But I wasn't that scared and broken girl anymore.
"Mrs. Steele?" My assistant's voice came through the intercom on my desk. "Mr. Ambrose is here for your meeting."
"Send him in," I answered, turning away from the window and walking back to my desk. I had built this life from nothing, and I was proud of what I had accomplished.
After Ethan was born, I had continued working at the diner during the day while taking online business courses at night. I barely slept but I was determi
