Chapter 45

• I marched up to the packhouse, taking the stairs that led to our office with a huge smile on my face. I was happy—genuinely happy—probably the first since Toby had left me.
• Thinking of Toby, I wonder how he was doing—if he was dying of guilt. No, I shook my head, refusing to think of the man that had utterly ruined me.
• Today was a good day, and I was going to make sure it remained like that. I headed for the door of my office, my hands closing in on the doorknob and ready to turn it, but on a second thought, I stalled back and walked further down the hall.