Chapter 11: Old FriendsADRIAThe irony was so sharp it could cut. My husband was desperately trying to secure a meeting with me, not knowing he slept next to me every night. Well, one night recently. Usually, I slept alone in my marital bed, another piece of furniture in his collection."Perfect," I said. "That gives me an idea.""I don't like that tone. That's your scheming tone.""It's my getting-even tone. There's a difference.""Is there though?"I smiled despite everything. God, I'd missed this. Missed having someone who knew me well enough to read my tones, my pauses, my silences. Damien had never bothered to learn any of it."I need to go," I said. "I have some calls to make.""Be careful, Adria. And remember—you don't have to do this alone. We're here whenever you need us.""I know. Love you.""Love you too. Try not to commit any felonies before lunch."I hung up and immediately pulled up my contacts, scrolling to a name I hadn't called in over a year: James Chen, my head of
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