That is mine.

And no promotion I gave Marisol, no sentence the court handed Chloe, could undo it.

Only being present, from now on, relentlessly, could even begin to.

Chapter 11 — Finish That Sentence

I threw open the double doors.

“Finish that sentence, Chloe.”

The room fell dead silent.

Chloe turned around slowly, and the color drained from her face, and the smartphone nearly slipped from her manicured hand.