I rehearsed those boundaries aloud in her office.

My voice sounded steadier each time.

Two weeks later, Spencer requested a formal meeting through our lawyers.

Sandra advised that I wasn’t required to attend, but I wanted to face him directly.

We met in a neutral conference room with our legal representatives present.

Spencer looked thinner, his expensive suit hanging loosely on his frame.

“Hannah,” he said softly as I sat down.

“I miss you.