Chapter 18

Nolan waited in the courthouse hallway while I considered his question. If he had returned with the inhaler, Ivy might have avoided the clinic. If he had called Tessa, we might never have learned how easily he could leave us behind. But our marriage had not ended because of one missed turn. "It didn’t end when I filed for divorce," I said. Nolan’s eyes stayed on mine. "It didn’t end when I learned Lola was your daughter either." His jaw tightened. "It ended when you said, ‘Ivy...