My Husband Told Me To Take The Bus After Birth, Then His Whole Empire Vanished Before Dessert

the corners.

The rain had stopped.

The city smelled clean.

Ethan rested against my shoulder, heavier than he had been six months ago, stronger too. His little hand patted my collarbone as if checking that I was still there.

“I’m here,” I whispered.

My phone buzzed once on the table.

Martin.

Final settlement approved and entered. You’re free, Claire.

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