My fingers tightened around the edge of my tablet.
“I understood that when you came to my workplace with a sealed legal folder.”
A faint sadness crossed his face. “Fair enough.”
Connor leaned back. “This is all very dramatic.”
Kenneth finally opened the folder.
The room seemed to shrink around the sound of paper sliding against paper.
“During the divorce,” Kenneth said, “there were unresolved financial discrepancies. Kirsten chose not to pursue them aggressively at the time.”
Connor’s mouth curled. “Because there weren’t any.”
“Because she was exhausted,” Kenneth corrected.
I looked down.
That was true.
At the time, I had wanted the divorce over more than I wanted answers. I was working long shifts. My father was recovering from heart surgery. My marriage had become a house with all the lights off, and I no longer had the strength to search every room.
I had signed papers just to be free.
