Eleanor had shed her coat upon entering, the divorce papers now tucked away in a drawer, their unsigned weight a nagging pulse.
But it was Calder's text response that had her pacing the wool rug, bare feet sinking into its plush give, mind a whirlwind of replays.
Julian's words looped relentlessly. The plea in his eyes, the way his hand had brushed her sleeve, stirring echoes of better days.
But undercut by the hovering, the control, Sophia's sidelined pregnancy. "Stay. We can try again." Try what? The clinics had stolen that hope, leaving her with cravings that mocked fertility.
And then, the pivot to Calder. "He's using you." Was he? The boulevard scene replayed sharper.
Her husband’s suspicion mirroring her own, but Julian's jealousy tainted it. Calder, the locket's twin, the st
