On the desk was the breakfast I had loved as a child.

Mrs. Teresa, who had cared for me since I was a child, cried when she saw me. “Welcome home, my girl,” she said.

Later, my father called me to his study. “The journalists are outside,” he said. “Apex Group’s shares fell sharply when the market opened. Do you want to talk?”

I looked out the window. Outside, a black SUV was parked, and Spencer was waiting by the gate, wearing the same wrinkled suit. He was holding flowers.

“I don’t want to talk to the press,” I said. “I just want to put this behind me.”

Joel came out with a folder. From the window, I saw him hand Spencer the divorce papers.