hrough her thin clothes. Her head rested weakly against the metal, her eyes swollen from all the crying. She had hoped that by

her insides. She had barely eaten in days, and he

e pain of his betrayal, the humiliation

wanted to scream, to beg, to break down the gate and force him to face

st the gate as the mo

ssed. Or m

he heard a car pull up. At first, she ignored it, too drai

ce called. "You nee

e her. He was dressed neatly, his demeanor professional. His da

u?" she rasped, her voic

osed. "I'm here on be

was too fogged with exhaustion and grief. Bu

Harr

sbelief. "Why?" she a

ation you two had," th

e good words about Roman. Was he

d, still gripping the divorce

his head. "Not yet. Bu

osed to be Roman," she murmured. "

immediately, and that s

step back. At that moment, the man pulled out his p

sir," he said before a famili

rison's voice filled t

hroat, her heart pounding in

ed hard. "M

harm will come to you." Hi

rn between fear and the unknown. She hesitated, gl

ense. Why would Mr. Harri

d, "Why... why do you need me to c

xplain everything when you get here, Mr

us

life just fell apart. I don't even know what or who to believe anym

ont of her re

ou don't have to make any decisions now, just c

divorce papers clenched in her trembl

inally agreed. With one last glance at the g

The man passed her his handkerchief without looking a