Chapter 11

Carlos arranged to meet Victor at the club. I waited in the back room.Victor practically burst through the door."Victor, I've determined who was really behind the—""Skip it." Victor was already scanning the room, breathing hard. "Where's Delora?"Carlos blinked, then tapped the folder on the table. "I'm going to make sure Sophia answers for what she did—""Fine, fine, do whatever you want. I don't care." Victor cut him off again, turning in a slow circle. "Where is she? Tell Delora to come out.""I don't know where she is.""Bull. You saw her. You have to have seen her." Victor's voice spiked and he slammed a hand down on the folder. "You had three years and couldn't find a thing on your own. This information came from Delora. I know it did. Get her out here. I want to see her."I nearly sighed out loud in the back room.Victor was sharp enough to hold the seat he held, most of the time. Even now, he saw right through the scheme in two seconds flat. Yet when it came to Sophia, he'd

Chapter 12

Victor spun around, fast enough that I could hear the crack of his neck turning.He stared at me, wide-eyed and completely still. He didn't even blink, as if afraid I'd disappear again if he did.A sound caught in his throat, rough, like something dislodging. Then, after a long moment, he finally got a word out."Delora..."I squared my shoulders, pushed my hair back, and kept my voice level. "First. Put down your gun."Victor threw his gun to the floor and kicked it aside without hesitation."Do you have the divorce papers on you?""I do," he answered, almost automatically."Take them out."He reached into his breast pocket with a slightly unsteady hand."Good." I nodded once. "Now sign them."Something clicked back on in his eyes. He went rigid. "No." He shook his head hard. "No. Delora, I was wrong. I know it. Please, give me another chance." He gripped the papers like they were the only thing keeping him upright and looked at me with everything he had left."There are no more chanc

Chapter 13

After the divorce, everything just got easier. I was myself again, clear-eyed and steady and alive.I'm the wind. No mountain stays in the wind's way for long, and if one does, you go over it.The world was bright and wide, except for one irritating smudge: Victor.I still didn't know what came over him. We were divorced and he refused to let it end there. He chased me across the East Coast, all of it and publicly, like an old sticker that wouldn't peel off, stubborn and irritating and impossible to shake.He called constantly. I blocked him. He started writing letters instead, one after another without stopping. I collected a pile and burned them all. Every holiday, he'd send something thoughtful and extravagant through a middleman. I returned every package.The worst was our old anniversary.He'd bought what seemed like every lily in New York and had them laid out in front of my house, a whole field of them. I finally lost patience, went outside, and confronted him.He was standing t

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Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13