One particular article's views were skyrocketing at an undeniable pace.
Upon opening it, page after page detailed David's fifty-five divorces and how Serena seized the opportunity to climb the ranks.
It even included surveillance footage of David's fifty-five visits to the clerk's office.
Shocked, I racked my memory until the image of the man with a pair of mud-splattered canvas shoes surfaced in my mind.
I'd only ever told Lucas about this story, and it was never recorded in any interview.
'Why would he do this?'
As my thoughts tangled, a text message buzzed.
"Let's meet—private booth at Café 27."
The April roadside was sprinkled with flowers. Pushing open the café door, I found Lucas sitting upright, having waited for some time.
"Ms. Anderson."
He'd shed some of his youthful ai
