Even Tracey and her son weren't spared.
My phone rang nonstop.
Every call was from Thomas.
I pulled the SIM card out and dropped it in the trash.
My private physician carried Lily aboard the jet.
I stood on the rooftop of our company building, looking at the tower next door.
My assistant followed my gaze.
"The Gilbert Building. You designed those blueprints for Mr. Gilbert yourself."
"Would you like to say goodbye, ma'am?"
Every sweet memory surfaced at once.
Now each one was just a needle lodged under my skin.
I let out a cold laugh and handed my assistant the envelope I had prepared.
Inside was the custody ruling I'd just obtained.
And the fake marriage certificate from our so-called remarriage.
"No need. Just make sure he gets this."
I turned and walked onto the plane without looking back.
My daughter in my arms. The wheels lifting off the tarmac.
The chaos behind me.
None of it was mine to carry anymore.
