Victor Hale had a legal document with my name on it filed before Sebastian ever proposed to Claire. It wasn't some complication that snuck up on them. I had been a problem they saw coming and already had a goddamn fix for.
I photographed everything. Every letter, every page, and that final memo pressed flat under the kitchen light, my hands gripping the edges so hard my knuckles went white. My name, the cold heading, the handwritten note at the bottom: ‘activate as needed.’ All that clinical asset-management bullshit written about a twenty-year-old girl who had done nothing but love the wrong guy.
I noticed that my hands didn’t shake once, I didn't know what it meant yet, but I made a mental note. Maybe it meant I was finally past breaking.
I put the originals back in the box, tucked i
