When the divorce decree came through, I was at the Aster construction site.
Laura handed me the electronic document.
I only glanced at it before turning off the screen.
"That's it?" she asked.
"What else?"
I put on my hard hat and looked up at the old ceiling being dismantled.
"Am I supposed to open a bottle of champagne for Mr. Grant?"
Laura burst out laughing.
I laughed along.
It was the first time since losing the baby that I truly felt light.
For the next few months, I devoted almost all my time to Aster.
I contacted young artists from Auroria, renegotiated insurance and shipping, personally handled the fire safety approvals, and even learned to read construction drawings that used to give me a headache at first glance.
When the architect Noah Bennett first met me, he stare
