Chapter 5

The next morning, I saved Nolan’s photo in a new folder.

For Me.

Inside were the joint-account records, the moving timeline, the separation notice, and Paige’s name beside Baby’s first night home.

I didn’t forward the photo to anyone.

I kept it.

At nine-thirty, I sat at the desk by the window in my new apartment and led an author meeting.

The internet flickered, and unopened boxes sat around me. But I got the author and marketing team to agree on the last three pages, then turned their conflicting dates into a workable schedule.

When it ended, my assistant editor…