father came throu

AM tomorrow from Van Nuys. A c

rim finality settling over m

esigns for this very house, a project I' d poured my heart into, thinking it was for us. I saw the balcony where we' d shared a bottle of c

lse, every gift from her, every shared object, I left behind. The expensive watch she' d bought me for my birthday last year, I

e last thing

ame was still on the directory in the lobby-Ethan Miller, Major Shareholder. I had poured a sig

named Dave who had always greeted me with a

iller. I can'

ng about, Dave? I ha

said, looking uncomfortable. "

pped out. He was dressed in a tailored suit that probably cost more

se sincerity. "I heard you might be stopping b

o my old office, but to the larger, corner office next to it. Her office. My office. The

In their place was a sleek, modern desk, and on

s. She had always made a point of keeping them out of our house. But here they w

running a hand over the polished surface. "Olivia thought th

the same one from his social media post, now pro

fferent story. "But I just had to share how happy she makes me. I' m sure you underst

gs?" I asked, my v

to ask Olivia." He straightened his tie, his eyes gl

atinum cufflink stil

" I said, the wor

me your office. Just like she gives me her nights. When someone gives you somethin

finally boiled over. I took a

e," he

not to hit him, but to rip that cuffli

step back and sn

e suddenly filled with manufactur

ut two men I' d never seen before-grabbed me from behind.

, smoothing down his suit, a triumphant