Chapter Fifty-Four: Farewells and Confessions

The victory against Sullivan felt like a ceasefire, not an end to the war. The immediate threat was neutralized, but the fallout was everywhere, scattered across the landscape of my life. I had won Maggie’s battle, but in the process, I had shattered my own home and left a trail of deceit that needed to be cleaned up. The first and most painful piece of wreckage was Leila. I stood outside the door to our—to her—apartment for a long time, the key in my hand feeling like a foreign object....