Summer’s POV
The next morning, I woke up before my alarm.
For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was.
Then I remembered.
Lena’s apartment.
The settlement conference.
Ethan.
The divorce.
The memories returned one after another, settling over me like a weight I had forgotten was there.
I stared at the ceiling.
For a brief moment, I considered staying in bed.
Just for another hour.
Then I sat up.
No.
I was going to work.
I got out of bed before I could change my mind.
The shower helped.
Not completely.
But enough.
By the time I stepped in front of Lena’s bathroom mirror, I felt more like myself than I had in days.
I wanted to look like me.
Not the woman Ethan had left behind.
Not the woman who had spent the last few weeks crying over her marriage.
Not the woman everyo
