Blake's POV
The car crawled through traffic even for a Saturday, and I let Nathan's text sit open on my phone the whole ride home. Every time I stopped at traffic lights, I looked at the message. After Nathan had sent the update, I hadn't been able to stay at the office like I planned. I had wanted to do a few hours of paperwork while I was there.
Nathan: Cassie is at a women's shelter downtown. We don't have access, but from what we can see, it looks like she is volunteering.
Cassie didn't volunteer. Cassie didn't know the inside of a shelter existed unless it came with a photographer trailing her. Then she wouldn't stay longer than the photographer did. The woman I married wouldn't step foot in anywhere she was expected to work. Cassie did not get her hands dirty. She would have seen
