Reese watched Sebastian leave, completely clueless, and the image of what she’d seen that night in the storm flashed through her mind, her eyes full of bitter irony.
Even if he’d come running to explain himself after realizing she’d seen him with Leslie, it didn’t change anything. She’d disappeared for three days and he hadn’t bothered to check on her, hadn’t even wondered if she was okay. Now that she finally had her mother’s necklace back, Reese was done letting herself get tangled up with him. She pulled out her phone and scrolled until she found George’s number.
“Hi George, it’s Reese,” she said, her voice a little steadier than it had been with Sebastian. “I’d paused the divorce before, but I want to start things up again. Can you move the process forward? I’d like to file as soon as possible.”
George didn’t ask questions. He just said, “Of course, Ms. Meyer. I’ll need to get a new date on the calendar. As soon as I know, I’ll let you know right away.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Reese hung up and wandered into the living room, staring at the bowl of half-eaten cereal on the coffee table. Suddenly, she wasn’t hungry at all.
The next morning, she slept in for the first time in ages. With work on hold, she figured she might as well clean up the apartment. She’d just finished tidying when her phone rang.
She picked up, and Millie’s voice immediately exploded through the speaker. “Reese! Where have you been? I’ve called a million times! I was about to file a missing person report!”
Reese felt a rush of warmth. “I’m okay, really. Something came up and I didn’t have my phone with me, that’s all.”
“Something came up? What could possibly keep you off the grid for three days?” Millie pressed, her voice turning serious. “We promised not to keep secrets, remember?”
Reese hesitated, then finally told her everything that had happened over the past few days.
Millie was silent for a second, then she practically shouted, “What is Zach’s problem? Seriously, why does he keep messing with you? If you hadn’t helped him out with that money, he wouldn’t even be where he is!”
She let out a long sigh, her tone softening. “Are you okay, Reese?”
“I’m fine,” Reese said quietly, then tried to change the subject. “Didn’t you say you needed some new clothes for the season?”
“Yeah, and I just happen to be free this afternoon. Wanna go shopping together?”
Half an hour later, they were downtown at the bright, bustling mall.

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