Chapter 4

By the time I reached Harper Law Firm, my hands had stopped shaking.

Evelyn Harper met me in a glass-walled conference room that overlooked downtown.

She read the invitation twice.

Then she looked at the pink butterfly hair clip sealed inside the plastic bag.

"What do you want, Mrs. Sanchez?"

I folded my hands in my lap.

"I want my life back."

Evelyn's expression barely changed. "Then we start with what he needs from you."

She opened the folder I'd brought and pulled out the spousal consent form Graham had left on my desk two nights ago.

Sign before Friday.…