Keith said he was willing to agree to a divorce and asked me to come sign the papers.
It was a classic case of the weasel paying a visit to the chicken, no good intentions at all.
There was no way I believed he would give in so easily.
I called Knox right away and told him what was happening.
"I'll go," I said. "Even if this is a trap, I want to see exactly what trick he's planning."
We agreed to meet in a private dining room in a restaurant.
The moment I sat down, my phone began buzzing nonstop in my pocket.
Knox: Amara, we can finalize the divorce through the courts. Do not meet him alone again.
Knox: Where are you right now?
Knox: Do not drink anything he offers you.
Knox: I'm on my way.
I sent him the restaurant's location along with the priv
