He stepped closer.
“I panicked. The timing scared me. I said things I didn’t mean.”
“You packed my suitcase.”
“I was hurt.”
“You locked the door.”
His eyes flicked to Harold, then back to me.
“We’re having a child. We should be together.”
“Would you be here if Callum had left me nothing?”
His mouth opened. No answer came. That was answer enough. I signed the next document.
The Mira Rourke Shelter Trust was established that day with thirty-nine million dollars in initial funding. I chose to keep Callum’s name in the foundation, not because I still belonged to him, but because the best part of our past deserved to become useful.
