He hadn’t moved on; he had deliberately erased his obligations before fatherhood could catch up to him.

“Are you going to send another notice to his legal team?” Paige asked.

“No,” Caroline said.

“He made his choice on this paper.”

Caroline took the green envelope and placed it inside her leather clutch purse.

“We have two site visits scheduled for tomorrow morning,” Caroline said, turning back to the work desk.

“I’ll have the floor plans ready by eight,” Paige said.

At a quarter past eight, Caroline sat at the small pine writing desk in the nursery room of her Elmwood flat.