(Vaughn)
I sat at Donovan's kitchen table staring at nothing.
The divorce was final. Four years of marriage. Gone.
Just like that.
The judge hadn't even hesitated. She'd looked at the evidence, listened to the testimony, and granted Sloane everything she wanted.
Freedom.
Donovan was making coffee. The sound of the pot brewing filled the silence between us.
"Stop thinking about it," he said.
"I can't."
"You need to focus on what's next. Not what's already done."
I looked up at him. "What's next? I lost my wife. The medical board hearing is Tuesday. I'm about to lose everything."
"Not everything." He poured two cups and brought one over to me. "We still have the recording. We still have a plan."
The recording. Emily talking about Kieran. About what happened at Johns Hopkins. Abou
