Ryan
I had managed to put the twins to bed nearly an hour ago, so with nothing else to do but wait for Julia to return, I grabbed some case files and documents pertaining to the lawsuit against us with me from my bedroom and strolled downstairs into the kitchen.
I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, placing it on the counter. I slipped into one of the bar stools and began flipping through the pages of the document.
For what felt like hours, I was immersed in work before a notification on my phone jolted me out of focus.
Placing the documents back down on the counter before me, I reached for my phone beside me and unlocked it, frowning at the message displayed on the screen.
It was a call from an unsaved number, and I frowned, debating whether or not to answer, but swiped at the
