My Husband Demanded I Apologize to His Daughter, So I Walked Out of My Own House
My cold morning tea sat in a green ceramic mug next to my monitor.
My phone rang with a downtown Denver number.
“The certified subpoena responses from Community First Bank just arrived by courier,” Rebecca Sloan said.
Her low, steady voice carried no greeting.
“Can you step away from your project management work right now?” she asked.
I closed the vendor file and picked up my car keys.
“Did Frank Vance include the signature pages?” I asked.
“We have everything,” Rebecca said.