Author's POV
Chloe Storm was a woman on a mission.
She burst through her apartment door like a hurricane, her phone pressed to her ear, one hand already yanking open drawers and throwing clothes into a duffel bag. Her heart was pounding. Her teeth were grinding.
She was absolutely, positively pissed.
"How could you not tell me, Uncle Ethan?" she snapped into the phone, voice tight with frustration. "If you'd warned me earlier, I could've stopped this whole damn divorce before it even started!"
On the other end of the line, Ethan winced.
He could practically feel her anger crackling through the speaker. "You're a kid, Chloe. What were you supposed to do with that information?"
"I don't know! Anything!" Chloe yanked a sweater out of her closet with more force than nece
