Winslow was still glued to his phone, fingers flying across the screen, barely registering what she had just said. He glanced up for half a second, as if doing her a favor. "Huh? What did you say?"
Eleanor gave a bitter smile, shook her head, quietly gathered the signed papers, tucked them under her arm, and walked out without another word.
His voice trailed after her from the doorway. "Don't forget, it's my mom's birthday dinner tonight. I already made plans with your parents. We're all celebrating together."
Her steps faltered for a moment, but she raised a hand in a small wave and kept going.
Even though she could not stand Rosa Hamilton, Winslow's mother, Eleanor still felt obligated, as his wife, to show up. The same sense of duty applied to her adoptive parents. No matter how muc
