Something was wrong with Evelyn.
I noticed it the moment she walked into the office that morning. Her eyes were red and puffy like she'd been crying all night. She moved like a ghost, barely there.
She sat at her desk and stared at the computer screen without typing anything. Her hands shook when she reached for her coffee cup.
This wasn't the woman I'd married. That Evelyn had fire in her eyes, even when she was angry at me. This one looked... broken.
"Blackwell, you listening?"
I turned back to the partner meeting, but my mind kept drifting to the girl outside. What had happened to make her look so lost? Was it what happened with my family?
"The Morrison case needs to be filed by Friday," someone was saying.
I nodded, but I wasn't really listening. Through the glass wall of the co
