Chapter 7

Neither of us spoke.

The divorce agreement remained suspended between us, the papers fluttering slightly in the breeze drifting through the hallway. Kendrick stared at them for what felt like forever before finally reaching into the inner pocket of his suit.

He pulled out a fountain pen.

The moment I saw it, my breathing almost stopped.

It was familiar.

Too familiar.

He slowly unscrewed the cap, revealing the silver nib that had long since become worn from years of use.

"I'll sign it," he said quietly, his voice noticeably lower than before. "But you will return to Quinn Corporation and…