“I have a meeting at noon downtown with the zoning commissioner,” Caleb said, his voice carrying across the lobby. “I need his signature on the consent forms immediately.”
The nurse began typing on her screen, her expression tight. “One moment, please.”
I knew Julian was gone, but Caleb did not. If he found out about our marriage before Arthur filed the papers, everything we had done would be ruined.
I turned toward the side exit, my boots making no sound on the heavy rubber floor mats.
Behind me, the sound of Caleb’s heavy footsteps began to echo down the corridor, moving toward the elevators.
I clutched the red silk dress to my chest as those heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.
The morning light in Arthur Pendelton’s office was thin, highlighting the dust motes floating over stacks of yellowing legal briefs. I set the heavy green canvas backpack on the corner of his dark walnut desk. The brass buckles of the bag made a sharp clinking sound against the polished wood.
