It was Timothy.

Jessica nearly broke down.

She'd struggled to start over in a new place, desperate to escape him. Yet somehow, he'd found her again.

Timothy caught her wrist, closed the door behind them, and pressed her back against it. His dark, narrow eyes burned with flickers of anger.

His voice was cold and heavy as he demanded, "How well do you really know Vince? Did you tell him about our divorce?"

Timothy knew she needed to sign to answer, so he didn't grip her too tightly. Jessica jerked her arm and broke free.

"I don't need to know anything else about him," her hands signed sharply. "As long

as he's willing to introduce me to a good divorce lawyer, that's enough!"

Her gestures were as fierce as the glare in Timothy's eyes-both full of fury. Timothy's brow furrowed. "So you're dead set on divorcing me?"

Even though Jessica had been bringing up divorce constantly lately, he hadn't taken it seriously. He found it impossible to believe.

Henry Lawson was her whole world.

of Henry from him he was

loved him, Timothy wasn't blind. He'd seen the longing in her eyes,

all this time, and you still don't get that I want out? Timothy, are you really

reason. If you're just

voice was low and aristocratic, tinged with thinly

just end things peacefully and go their separate ways, that would be

was cornering her, and she

agitated and angry, her

to

eyes turned sharp. "Fine." Her signing became more forceful. "I'll tell

a piece of paper at home, filled with Sheila's name-over and

about

the one you wanted to marry. Everyone except me-I was

pressed into a hard

"Is that enough?"

not, I can

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