(Vaughn)
I sat in the chair after Ashley went to the kitchen and looked at the papers she'd left on the couch.
Temporary emergency restraining order. Petitioner, Sloane Reid. Respondent, Ashley Haynes.
I read it twice. Not because I didn't understand it the first time. Because I wanted to understand exactly what it told me about how far things had moved while I was sitting in this house with an ankle monitor and a trial date.
Rebecca had filed this. I didn't need to see her name on the paperwork to know it. I knew her methods. Quiet, thorough, building a case in the background until the moment she walked into a courtroom and laid it all out. She'd done the same thing during the divorce. I'd sat at the opposite table and watched her present Sloane's case without flinching. She hadn't lo
