Chapter 4

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second.

Then I went right back to typing, unfazed. "Is there something you need?"

Danielle gave a faint smile, pulled a photo out of her bag, and set it down on the counter.

The photo was of Alton, not the suit-and-tie version, but the one from Cloudville.

He was wearing a greasy apron, carrying a plate of fried chicken.

"You know this guy, right?" Danielle asked.

I glanced at the photo and said, "Yeah, that's my ex-husband. What's up?"

"Ex-husband?" Danielle tilted her head. "You're divorced?"

"He signed the papers, and he…