ime, she had wept until her eyes felt sore, yelled until her throat hurt, an

serene, and present for her in ways she never realized

er of Bruce's minimalist apartment.. a tranquil ar

er, but she didn't foresee the extent to which he wo

e nightstand, showing an

o glance at the screen, her finger brus

erested in hea

s, regain some of her strength, and crucially

r fingers gripping a mug of tea f

distancing herself from the

ed over to see Bruce in the doorway, a

ossessed a manner of speaking that made everything appear to

e." She put the mug down on the bedside table, s

room, closing the do

been working for days on making sure that c

the familiar sense of d

it's goin

but there was a glint of s

n.. the one that says you forfeit everything if your marriage ends.. was never legally airtight. We've

the swelling sense of panic. "But, if the

s a misstep on your father's part, one we can use to our advantage now." Bruce took a deep breath, setting his shoul

ng moment, her emotions th

fighting in ways she never even consi

gut. He's been here for me. All along.

of this?" she asked, her voi

rity in his gaze. "I'm your friend, Amy. Yo

over her. "But... I didn't even know if I could

I've always had your back, even when you didn't see it.

htening. There was a lump in her t

Bruce. For

softened, and he ga

lly voided, the next step is getting your father's estate back into your hands, and that's where things get tri

again.. the storm that was about to come. Bu

e'd fought for, everyth

ere's the flight to London. You're scheduled to lea

her journey.. what she had been avoid

, right?" she whisper

on her shoulder, h

be more than fine

sense of determination starting to rise. She had been knocked

g toward the door. "I'll make sure everything's ready

ards the door, her heart

more, the warmth grounding

uce's phone buzzed and when he glanced at the scre

rgent: Court Filing – Temp

at the expression o

ked, her voice

her, his eyes lo

eady happening. They

. Wh