Chapter 5

Dominic signed his name without reading another word.

Dominic Sinclair.

I watched the ink settle beneath mine.

Five years of marriage had just ended with less attention than he gave tomorrow’s flight plan.

He capped the pen and handed the folder back.

“Done.”

I slipped it into my bag.

“Thank you.”

He frowned slightly.

“For what?”

“For signing.”

He looked at me for another second, but Camille had already started discussing the morning schedule again.

I stood.

“I’ll leave tomorrow.”

Dominic finally looked up.

“You’re still doing this?”

“I’m going back.”

He leaned into the sofa, almost amused.

“Eleanor, we’re…