Vanessa
I never thought I'd be sitting across from a lawyer to discuss how to preserve a few last days with the man I love. It sounds pathetic, even in my own mind.
But there I was… Sitting across from the dark wood desk, legs crossed, the documents Ethan had given me perfectly organized, and that bitter feeling lodged in my chest since the day he called me to his office to tell me, with all the calm in the world, that he no longer wanted me at his company.
His company. The company where I, too, had left years of work.
My lawyer adjusted his glasses and flipped through page after page with the composure of someone whose heart wasn't involved. Lucky him.
"Good, Vanessa," he finally said. "I've reviewed everything carefully."
I looked at him, waiting for a crack, a mistake, a loo
