Aegis One entered mass production.
I picked up the fountain pen.
Vanessa’s smile widened.
Grant seemed almost disappointed by my calm.
“You aren’t going to reread it?”
“No.”
I signed the divorce agreement.
Then I signed my resignation as chief operating officer and board member.
The pen made a faint scratching sound—the sound of seven years ending without tears, shouting, or another chance.
I removed my wedding ring and placed it beside the black banking card.
Vanessa stared at it.
“You can keep that one too,” I said. “Apparently, you’re
