Chapter 18

I looked at the brass key sitting on the polished oak table between us. "You don't owe me an explanation anymore, Connor," I said calmly. "The papers are signed." "I know they are," he said, his knuckles turning white as he clasped his hands. "I'm not saying this to ask you to change your mind. I just can't walk out of this room letting you think five years meant nothing to me." I didn't speak. I simply waited. "For the first week after you left," Connor said, staring down at the key, "I...