but it wasn’t Mark returning with second thoughts. It was Harley’s brother, Jake. He was a tall, solid presence that filled the room with warmth, even under the harsh fluorescent lights.
“Hey, sis,” Jake said softly, pulling up a chair beside her. He reached for her hand, his grip firm yet comforting. “I just saw Mark leaving. What was that about?”
Harley took a deep breath, the pain in her throat mingling with the ache in her heart. “He… he wanted me to sign divorce papers,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “He’s met someone else.”
