Chapter 4

Dawn painted the Boston skyline in hues of gold and amber as I arranged the documents on James's desk. My fingers moved with practiced precision, sliding the divorce papers between charitable foundation documents—papers he would never bother to read carefully. The morning light caught on my wedding ring, sending fractured rainbows dancing across the mahogany surface. How fitting that even light could be broken and scattered.

"There you are," James's voice startled me as he entered his study, coffee in hand, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Up early today."

"I wanted to catch you before you left," I…