The Call That Undid Us
On our anniversary, Nina Reid took our daughter—and her assistant, Ray Chapman—out for another "family day." Without me.
That was it. I filed for divorce.
Right after signing the papers and boxing up my stuff, I heard a buzz from the corner.
Old phone. Twelve years old. Buried in a drawer.
The screen lit up with a number I almost recognized.
Hand shaking, I picked up.
A voice I hadn't heard in years. Young. Way too familiar.
"Hey, Liam. I need to talk to you."