again.
June had also arranged for a private security professional to observe the encounter from the driveway.
It wasn’t an elaborate trap.
No staged crowd.
Only a new owner defending her home.
Dorian would supply his own drama.
June sent a photograph.
My husband stood beside the SUV wearing an expensive cream-colored jacket and dark sunglasses. DivorceAdvice Service
Callie stepped out behind him in a short white designer dress.
Three huge suitcases lined the driveway.
Sunlight flashed on my grandmother’s sapphire ring on Callie’s left hand.
My stomach knotted.
“That’s
