~ Lily ~
The article has barely been online for a day before Dylan calls.
His name lights up my phone while I’m working through a stack of contracts that have held my attention all morning until now. The moment I see it, every paragraph in front of me blurs into meaningless lines of ink. We hardly speak anymore. After the divorce, there were months of conversations about signatures, lawyers, accountants, and dividing a life that had already been split long before the paperwork caught up and eventually even those stopped.
He has no business-related reasons to call. Which means his reason must be personal.
I let it ring once more before answering. “Hello.”
He doesn’t ask how I am. He never really has. Instead, his voice settles into that familiar calm that once convinced boardrooms, sha
