I returned to the desk. I picked up the wooden mallet, feeling its weight in my hand. It was solid, balanced, and undeniable.
I thought of Leo and Luna safe at home with their nanny—a woman I paid out of my own pocket—in a house I had bought with my own money through a trust to protect it from Mark’s debts. I thought of the peace we finally had.
I gently tapped the mallet on the desk.
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