Divorced by the Hockey Captain
I stood in the center of the vast penthouse, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached, my chest heaving like I had just skated three double-overtime periods.
He's right, my brain screamed through the blind panic. Going in like a battering ram will only make things ten times worse.
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"Hey. Pacing like a frantic grizzly bear isn't going to solve a network routing problem."
Natalie was sitting cross-legged on the floor by the coffee table, her oversized hoodie pooling around her knees. She had her battered laptop flipped open before Marcus had even finished speaking, her eyes darting across lines of scrolling green script.
"Natalie, put the laptop away," I said, running a rough, shaking hand do