Chapter 5

I stared at those two sentences, and suddenly the whole thing felt like a sick joke.

I wanted to confront Daniel. I wanted to scream at him.

But I never opened our messages.

Instead, I forwarded the email to my attorney.

In the subject line, I wrote:

“Move-in and childcare arrangements made without my consent. Please help me preserve the evidence.”

Julia watched me.

“Aren’t you going to tell him?” she asked softly.

I closed my laptop.

“He doesn’t need me to remind him what he did.”

My phone vibrated.

Daniel’s name filled the screen.

I declined the call and…