against Faith's skin. Her signature sat fresh

stared at the documents, waiting for her to start negotiating. Waiting for he

ed the pen and slid i

he said. "

the master bedroom. Her spine was straight.

opped in the doorway of the bedroom, watching as she pulled

ou doing?"

uits and Hermès bags-she didn't touch them. She reached into the far corner and pulled out her o

ement gives you seventy-two hours to

d. His hands curled in

cking me out o

t him. Her eyes w

d, Hartwell. This is my home now

ike a physical blow

r environment-and to make the divorce go smoothly. But standing here, watching her pack h

oom. His voice droppe

take my son, take my a

king. She turned

a blade. "You gave him away. You signed over sole custody without ev

ked violentl

s not

hool events? When was the last time you read him a bedtime story? You look at that boy and al

wanted to argue, to deny it.

she wa

down a stack of Hartwell's cashmere sweate

nty-two hours to arrange for movers. Until then, you can sleep in one of th

r wrist. His grip w

enjoyi

d, then up at his face. Her

she said. "I'm finally free. That

ched her

of dollars in diamonds-engagement ring, anniversary bands, all of it. She picked up a tarn

single piece of jewe

is son-his only child-was no longer legally connected to him except through a monthly check. His wife-the

an a strange

se shut and dragged it

you going?"

ng around. "I'll be back in three da

heels bumping over the hardwood. She reached the

e and turned to face th

finger, she gripped the platinum band of her wedding ring

. It slid off, leaving behind

e ring down o

in

tal hitting stone ech

n't loo

ulled her suitcase through,

hind her, severing the last