Cressida's office was the smallest on the fourteenth floor and the most ordered everything on the desk placed with the intention of someone who understood that a chaotic workspace was a chaotic mind and had no interest in either.
Darian closed the door behind him at four o'clock exactly.
She was already seated. She had a folder on the desk in front of her and her hands folded on top of it and the expression of someone who had prepared for a difficult conversation and had made their peace with having it.
"Sit down," she said.
He sat.
"I'm going to tell you some things," she said. "I need you to let me finish before you respond. All of it needs to be said in the right order or none of it will make sense."
He nodded once.
She opened the folder.
"Eighteen months into your marriage," sh
