Without a job, a home, or a corporate reputation, Julian’s downfall had been absolute.
Chloe had dumped him three weeks after they were both fired, realizing that without his executive salary and company expense card, he was just an unemployed, thirty-something divorcee living in his mother’s spare room.
Julian was now working as an entry-level accounts manager for a small logistics firm across town, earning a fraction of his former salary and paying half of it back in legal settlements and child support.
A soft chime sounded at the front door.
I stood up, holding Maya on my hip, and opened it to find my mother standing on the porch holding a basket of fresh muffins and a toy for Maya.
“How are my favorite girls doing today?” my mother smiled, stepping inside and pressing a warm kiss to my cheek.
“We are doing wonderfully,” I laughed, taking the basket.
