I walked into the notary’s office knowing my ex, his mistress, and his mom would be waiting… but the moment the will was read, the lawyer looked at me and said: “Mrs. Rowan… I’m glad you came.”
Behind me, Adrian shifted in his seat, impatience radiating like heat. I did not move. Standing was the only way I knew to keep my power from sinking into furniture chosen by people who wanted me smaller.
As Mr.
Harris began to read, my mind slipped back to the phone call that started all of this.
