iling windows overlooking the High Line. Annemarie stood in the middle of the living room, feeling utterly out of

te, painted with tiny blue flowers. Annemarie wrapped her freezing finger

ather armchair, her posture perfectly straight. Jazmine was a for

voice hollow. "The one you recommended. I was suppo

ompted, taking a

p down on the glass coffee table with a

As in, the Carlisle Bradford you dated in college? The one who

in her hands. "He's a senior partner at the firm. He to

s not necessarily a disaster. You said he wa

tears. "He thinks I left him for Eston because I wanted money. He to

expression hardening. "He can'

gth of the living room, her cheap sneakers squeaking on the hardwood floor. "He

e's path. "Stop pacing. Sit down. We will h

nting toward the sleeping child on the couc

led out, her mouth slightly open. The late afternoon sun slan

toward the sofa, her eyes narrowing. She looked at Clementine's sleeping fac

d, pressing a hand to her ch

to the floor. She pulled her knees to her chest, buryi

er voice barely a whisper. "Eston d

inst her knees. "He needed an heir. He can't have children. He

mine asked, kneelin

head, her face streaked with tears. "He can't see her, Jazmine. If he looks at her for more th

hem tight. "Listen to me. We will fix this. I

awyer! He has access to my life. H

ing, first thing, you go to that office and you tell hi

k of her hand. "And then what? I have no money,

hark who doesn't care about Carlisle Bradford's gr

urling tighter around the red ball. Annemarie felt a fierce, protective instinct

ardening. "I'll fire him tomorrow.

rie into a tight hug. "Now, go sleep

g through the panic. She had to get away from Carlisle. She ha