The air in the sterile, gray law office felt thin, as if the very oxygen was being rationed along with the assets of a dying marriage. Adeline Marlowe sat perched on the edge of a mahogany chair, her hands resting protectively over the heavy curve of her belly. At six months pregnant, she felt every bit of the vulnerability that comes with carrying new life, yet across from her, the man who had promised to cherish her looked at her with the clinical detachment of a stranger. Nick didn’t look at her eyes; he looked at his watch. He pushed...
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