My Husband Demanded My $5 Million Lakefront Deed to Save His Failing Company—Then His Mother Shoved Me Down the Stairs and He Served Me Divorce Papers in the Hospital
Yellow legal pads.
No decorative pillows.
No scented candles.
Phoebe herself had probably considered warmth legally unnecessary.
I put the blue folder on her desk.
“Flynn photographed this.”
She stopped writing.
“Which pages?”