ZANE
I sat in my chair, my muscles were sore from all the heavy lifting. I needed a deep tissue massage at this point. That wasn't what occupied my mind though. It was the fact that I was going far and beyond for this woman when in a matter of months we would be getting a divorce.
My phone screen lit up, I had received a text message. One I had been waiting for, for the longest time. My hands trembled a little as I read the message.
“We need to meet…” I read the line over and over. f**k. It's going to happen soon, mom.
I texted back, making sure my words didn't sound as desperate as my ass was. I asked for a when and where.
And almost immediately, Lisa, my mother's attorney texted back.
“9am Tomorrow, my office.” I nodded as though she were in the room with me.
I leaned back in my
