And what had he done? He'd dismissed her. Thought she was being dramatic. Jealous. Hysterical.
He never imagined his own mother had been behind it all — enabling Sophia every step of the way.
Grant pressed his back against the wall, chest heaving.
He pointed at Sophia.
"My lawyer will be in touch."
He dropped the words like stones and walked out of the hospital.
He needed to find Claire. In the past, no matter how badly they'd fought, she had always forgiven him.
This time would be the same. She'd be at home, waiting for him. She always was.
Grant drove like a man possessed.
When he reached the front door, he stood there for what felt like an eternity, unable to turn the handle.
He rehearsed what he'd say to her, over and over, dozens of versions, none of them good enough.
Final
