Lynn's POV

I practice the smile in the car window before getting out.

Wide. Bright. Convincing.

The smile of someone who had a good day. Who won a major contract. Who's thriving in her new life.

Not the smile of someone who watched her mate walk away. Again.

"You look tired," Grandmother says the moment I walk in.

So much for the smile.

"Just a long day. But a good one." I set my bag down. "Where are the kids?"

"Playing in the nursery. They've ...