Olivia
I stepped into the attorney’s office, my hands still shaking from the tumultuous morning. At that moment, I couldn’t decide which was worse: the fact that I had almost been eaten by a feral wolf that morning, or the fact that my husband—now soon-to-be ex-husband—had been caught cheating.
Again.
The secretary, a young man wearing a sweater vest and a tie, looked up from behind the front desk as I entered.
“Hello,” he said, flashing me a polite smile. “May I help you?”
“I’m Olivia Ford,” I said. “I don’t have an appointment, but I was hoping to see my attorney.”
“Just one moment.” The secretary dialed a number on his phone, muttered a short exchange of words, and then hung up and nodded at me. “You can go on in. Mr. Forrest is waiting for you.”
Pulling my s
