The call ended.
Daniel stared at his phone for a long moment.
The screen had already gone dark, but he kept looking at it anyway as though it might light up again and somehow take back what had just happened.
Get a lawyer.
The words echoed through his mind.
Have your lawyer contact mine.
He set the phone down on the kitchen counter.
A second later, he picked it up again.
Then he set it down once more.
Across the room, Vivienne watched him from the couch with her legs tucked beneath her and a glass of wine balanced in one hand. She had been watching him ever since he walked back into the room wearing that expression.
“What did she say?” she asked.
Daniel turned toward her.
“She told me to get a lawyer.”
Vivienne was silent for exactly one second.
Then she laughed.
It was a sh
