Riley's POV

I can't concentrate on anything. Not on Lily's animated story about her day at school, not on the stack of medical forms I need to review, not on the novel I'm trying to read before bed.

All I could think about was Brett's face in that coffee shop. The way his hands had shaken when he talked about starting over. The genuine remorse in his eyes when he apologized.

"Mommy, you're not listening," Lily said, climbing onto my lap with determined movements, her small hands framing my ...