y calm. "They're accusing me of stealing my own game. It's ridiculous." I was lookin

y eyes. "Well, their game is coming out first. In b

"Chloe, I told you everything about this game. The design

than. I paid the bills while you played with your little computer games.

at. "You call this support? You handed my w

ess, this partnership, is over." She stood up, her movements sharp a

with a physical force. It wasn't about love or partnership. It was about return on in

a final, cruel twist of the knife. I drove them back to our apartment, listening to the

ipping with disdain. "He was never good enough for her. A dreamer with no money.

greement. "She should h

the passenger seat, said nothing. Her silence was a ringing endorsement

torm. The wind howled, and the world outside the car w

ked her, my voice barely a whis

the swirling snow. "Regret

anymore. I pulled the car over to the side of t

," I sai

surprised for the

I'm not your ch

d have done weeks ago. I found the box for those cufflinks she'd claimed were a team gift. Inside the lid, almost too small to see, was a custom engraving. A date and a series of numbers. I typed the numbers into a search engine. They were coordinates. Coordina