Faye.

I walked into the office with a heavy bag strapped across my shoulder, feeling worn-out but resolved. That creepy letter from last night still made my stomach twist, but I wasn't going to let it get me down. I had my project, my dream to design a luxury townhouse.

Neil’s money was in my account, and it exists now. I had come so far that there was no way I was going to let anyone ruin this. Not my ex, not my hesitations, and certainly not the noise all around me. I sat down at my desk, ...