(Kieran)
Saturday morning I woke up in my house alone.
The divorce hearing was yesterday. Sloane was officially free now. Free from Vaughn. Free to make her own choices.
I got up and made coffee. Walked around my house looking at nothing in particular. The place felt too big. Too empty.
My phone rang. I looked at the screen. Julian Torres.
I hadn't heard from Julian in months. We'd gone to medical school together. He worked in media relations now for some PR firm in New York.
I answered. "Julian. It's been a while."
"Kieran. Hey. Listen, I'm calling because I heard something through my contacts. Something you need to know about."
I sat down at the kitchen table. "What kind of something?"
"There's a story about you dropping Monday. Maybe Tuesday. An online news site is running it."
