I read the message over and over.

Come to Christmas dinner at Mom’s house in Boulder on December 25. The family wants to see you one last time.

I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because I understood exactly what he was trying to do.

Dominic still believed I was the broken twenty-five-year-old woman he’d abandoned. He thought I was lonely, struggling, forgotten. He had no idea what kind of woman I’d become.

“Audrey?”

My assistant, Paige, stood in the doorway. “You okay?”

I turned my phone toward her. She read the message and frowned. “You’re not seriously going, are you?”

I looked out at the city lights, a cold smile touching my lips. “Oh, I’m absolutely going.”