's staying in the guest

was now officially living in my house. He'd milked the "concussio

st nodded, a profound sense of calm washi

out my phone. I scrolled through my contacts until

anding as I remembered. He was a real estate magnat

oice sounding thin. "Yo

a quiet understanding. "Good. Your office is

id. "I'll book a

ready," he replied.

s. The life I had built in Pittsburgh, this independent life on my own merit

picked up a framed photo from my desk-me and Jenny on our wedding day, smi

ary. A beautiful, expensive piece I knew we couldn't really aff

saw a folder on my desk. I didn't re

rs ago but reconciled. She had kept it. Beneath the papers was a small flash drive. I had no idea what