Chapter 65

Vera

Joanne's office smells like lavender and leather, and this, the third time I’m crying into a tissue in the last twenty minutes.

“I can’t believe I feel this way,” I say, twisting the tissue into a ball and grabbing a fresh one. “I should be happy. Pierce lost everything. His company. His reputation. Everything. This is what I wanted; this is what I worked for. So why do I feel like this?”

“Li