LOGIN"Go on, take another one," I said, walking straight across the parking lot toward him. "I'd hate for you to miss my good side."Steve lowered the phone, and for a second he looked genuinely surprised. He had expected me to hurry back inside and hide behind the glass, the way I always had when he stood like this with that patient, disappointed look on his face. He recovered quickly and slipped the phone into his pocket with a small, tired sigh, as though I were a child who had refused to eat her dinner."I'm only keeping records, Jenna," he said. "You've spent thousands on gas masks and filters and I don't know what else. My mother thinks you need to see someone, and honestly, so do I. If a judge ever asks whether I tried to help you, I'd like to have proof that I did.""Help me.""Somebody has to."I could feel my pulse beating in my ears. He wasn't even angry now, which was worse, because it meant he had a plan. He was building a story in which I was unwell and he was the patient hus
"Four hundred dollars," I repeated, and it didn't sound like my own voice at all. "That's everything I have left?"Ms. Holt set the paper down on her desk and pressed her fingertips together. She had a way of staying calm that made the people around her calm too, even when they didn't want to be. "For today, yes. But Steve's lawyer made a mistake, and I intend to use it. He filed that motion without notifying me, and judges dislike that. I can get an emergency hearing tomorrow morning.""And if the judge says no?""He won't. Your grandfather's trust papers are dated years before the wedding, and no judge freezes separate property because a husband asked nicely." She looked at me steadily over her glasses. "He wants you scared and broke, Jenna. He wants you to run back and apologize.""That's not going to happen.""Good. Then go and sleep, and let me do the work."I couldn't sleep, though. I lay on Maya's couch that night staring at the ceiling and doing the math over and over. Fifty-e
"Say that again, Steve." Maya's voice came from just behind my shoulder, calm and cold. "Slowly. I want to be sure my phone catches every word."She was holding it up at eye level, and the little red light was blinking. I hadn't even heard her get out of the car. Steve's mouth stayed half open, and I watched the confidence drain out of his face as he realized what she was holding."Put that down," he said. "This is a private conversation.""You're standing on my friend's land, you've just threatened to take a child away from the only mother he's known, and you want it to be private?" She stepped forward until she was beside me. "Put the boy down, get back in your car, and leave.""He's my son.""Then act like it," Maya said. "Not like a hostage negotiator."For a long moment nobody moved. Max had gone completely still in Steve's arms, with tears running down his cheeks and his small fingers knotted in Steve's collar. I wanted so badly to reach for him that my hands ached, but I knew t
What He Couldn't Take"You hid this from me." Steve said it so softly that I almost missed it, and then the deed crumpled in his fist and his voice cracked wide open. "Two years, Jenna! I begged that trust for one meeting, and you sat at my table every night and let me believe it was impossible!""I didn't know it was mine until yesterday," I said. "You told me it was a worthless hole in the ground, remember? You threw the box at my feet.""That was before I knew what it was!""Before you knew it was worth something," Maya said flatly, stepping up beside me. "Thank you for being honest, at least."He didn't even look at her. His eyes were locked on my face, and I finally understood what I was seeing in them. It wasn't regret, and it wasn't shame. It was the fury of a man who had spent eight years believing that everything I had belonged to him, and had just discovered something that didn't.I reached out and pulled the deed from his fingers. He let it go with a strange, numb slowness,
"Before anyone else gets to me?" I repeated, tightening my grip on the folder. "That's a strange thing to say to a woman you've never met."Maya had stepped halfway in front of me without being asked, and I saw her hand slide into her bag, where she kept her pepper spray. The man in the gray overcoat raised both palms in a slow, harmless gesture, but he didn't step back."You're right, and I apologize," he said. "My name is Paul Mercer. I'm the regional director of Brightline Development, and for two years my company has been trying to buy the Old Quarry. Every offer we sent vanished into a trust with no name and no phone number. Three days ago, I paid for a rush copy of the deed to find out who stood behind it.""That was you?" I said. "Mr. Walsh told me someone had been asking.""That was me. I'm not proud of the way I went about it, but I'm running out of time." He took a card from his pocket and held it out, and when I didn't take it, he set it carefully on top of the folder in my
"You're late, Jenna," Vanessa said, and she sounded delighted. "I've been here since eight."She was sitting in the waiting room of Walsh & Associates with a paper cup of coffee in her hand, legs crossed, looking like she owned the place. Maya had driven me over at a quarter to nine, and we both froze in the doorway. The office was small and old-fashioned, with a ticking wall clock and a vase of dusty silk flowers, and the last person I wanted to find in it was my husband's mistress."How do you even know where this is?" I asked, though I already knew."You were so careless with that tag." She smiled sweetly. "Steve said it was nothing, but I thought, why take the chance? A woman doesn't hide a key in a box for years over nothing.""Who is this?" Maya asked, in a very flat voice."The woman my husband sleeps with," I said."Oh." Maya took a slow look at Vanessa and settled into the chair beside her, arms folded. "Then I'll wait right here."Vanessa's smile slipped for the first time.







