The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

of that room the same way I walked out of that kitchen.

No tears. No begging. No explanations.

Just the satisfying click of my heels on marble.

The last thing I heard was Ryan’s voice cracking behind the closed door, saying to his lawyer the five words every Harrington thought they’d never have to say:

“What do we do now?”

But here’s the part no one satisfying continue reading …