Amelia’s POV
Three weeks at Hartwell & Associates, and I’ve mastered the art of being invisible. I arrive early, leave late, keep my head down. The whispers have mostly stopped—or maybe I’ve just gotten better at not hearing them. Either way, I’ve learned to exist in the margins, to be competent and unremarkable and completely forgettable.
It’s a skill I perfected during the last days of my marriage. At least now I’m getting paid for it.
“Amelia Hart.”
I jump at the voice, my hand knocking over my coffee mug. It’s empty, thank God, but the clatter echoes through the office.
Oliver Sterling stands ten feet away, hands in his pockets, looking uncomfortable in a way I’ve never seen him. Daniel’s younger brother, the charming one, the one who always had a kind word at family dinners when
