For three days after the settlement meeting, nothing exploded.
It was the strangest feeling, quiet. Claire had grown so accustomed to the next alarm going off that the silence felt like a held breath she was afraid to release.
She moved through the penthouse, her penthouse now, with a kind of careful wonder, noticing for the first time how the morning light hit the kitchen counters and how the city looked from the master suite window, which she now shared with Nathaniel, not because anyone had made a grand declaration but because after a week of almost losing everything, sleeping in a different room felt like a choice neither of them was willing to make.
Nathaniel left early each morning for meetings with the board, working quietly and methodically toward the reinstatement they had not
