Chapter 6

The law library at Walker & Associates had become my sanctuary over the past three weeks. Stacks of case law surrounded my workspace like fortress walls, each volume marked with colored tabs and meticulous notes. The Morrison vs. TechCorp appeal would be heard in two days, and I'd prepar

Chapter 7

The knock on my office door came at precisely nine-thirty in the morning, sharp and insistent like everything else about Stetson. I didn't need to look up from my case files to know who it was—the rhythm was as familiar as my own heartbeat, though now it made my skin crawl instead of ski

Chapter 8

I stood in what was once our bedroom, watching Stetson pace like a caged animal. The family home that had witnessed ten years of our marriage now felt like a battleground, with familiar objects transformed into painful reminders of what we'd lost.

"You can't just throw everything away,"