“Do whatever you want.

You have nothing left here.” And he hung up.

He was so sure of that. You have nothing left here. He had no idea that the deed to the ground he was standing on was in a folder on my hotel nightstand, with my name, and only my name, on the owner’s line.

Chapter 9 — A Beautiful Second Chapter

An hour later, Chloe posted a photograph to her public social media account.

She was standing in my kitchen — my kitchen, where my son’s juice cup still sat by the sink — with one hand resting on her stomach and a mug of tea in the other, smiling softly at the camera. Sometimes life hands you a beautiful second chapter, the caption read.