Chapter 5

By the time I reached Claire's apartment, my phone was vibrating nonstop.

Maxwell had called thirty-seven times.

His messages filled the screen.

What the hell is this?

Where did you get those photos?

Answer me right now.

You had no right to go through my computer.

Not one message mentioned my mother.

Not one contained an apology.

Even after seeing the filed divorce petition and ninety-nine photographs of his affair, Maxwell's greatest concern was that I had discovered the truth.

Claire opened the door before I could knock twice.

She took one look at my suitcase and stepped aside.

"Come…