I pick up the black envelope that's sitting on top of the boxes and brush my hand over it. The paper feels lush and rich under my fingers. It's that really expensive and thick kind of envelope.
I just look at all the boxes stacked neatly at my door. And then everything from tonight just comes rushing back into my head.
Hunter's presence in my life being planned by Adam.
How Adam showed up like a ghost in that pool. The way he said he’d been following me. My chest gets tight all over again.
How dare he? How dare he think he has the right to leave gifts for me? We aren't even together anymore.
He divorced me. He doesn't get to do stuff for me, as if he's suddenly my man and we're in some stupid romantic relationship.
An ugly burning fury rises inside me, and I just want to pick up eve
