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“No buts. Drop the number,” Michael says.

And so…I do.

I tell them exactly the amount we need to keep our doors open for the time being. And when I say the time being, I mean the next three months. Because no way in heck am I expecting them to go behind that. Of course, at that point I am going to need more. Again. But they’re not billionaires. I don’t think.

“Is that all?” Michael asks and I am not kidding when I say that this man didn’t so much as flinch at the number.

“I mean…it’s…are you sure?” I stumble over my words.

Ashley smiles. “Quinn. We have money. I hate to say it, but money has never really been a problem for us.”

“She’s right,” Michael agrees. “And that’s become even more true as of late because we actually decided to sell the vacation home.”

“Wait,” I shake my head. “The vacation home. The one that was kind of the whole reason you decided to do therapy in the first place?” I ask, and they both nod with smiles.

“Wild, right?” Ashley asks. “We just figured it was a kind of catalyst for all of this. So we thought, why not see if there are buyers out there that will take it as is and, sure enough, someone saw it as a major investment.”

“As they should,” Michael adds.

“And we want to donate the entire equity to We Still Do.”

And sure enough, the waterworks are back. “I don’t know what to say,” I tell them.

“Then say yes,” Michael says.

“Because we won’t take no for an answer,” Ashley adds.

And while this is only a temporary band-aid for the problem at hand, it’s a comfy band-aid, nonetheless. It also provides momentary hope. Hope that despite everything else going on, good can come from a shitty situation. Even if it doesn’t solve all the problems.

Chapter 41

Reid

As a lawyer,nothing is as distracting as a good case. A case that I know I can win without batting an eye. A case where the opposing party is unprepared and also entirely in the wrong. And this is not just my opinion. The stats are more than there.

One, my client is a cheater. That detail alone will almost always be a landslide in a courtroom. Unless there was abuse involved (there wasn’t) or neglect of some type (also no), infidelity is the fastest track to losing everything you want in a courtroom. And lucky for me, my client has been done dirty.

Speaking of that, I haven’t heard from Quinn. I’m kind of surprised, if I’m being honest. I sort of expected her to blow my phone up after I walked out of the coffee shop that day. Or at the very least, send a text asking if we could talk again. If I’m being perfectly honest, the lack of attempts to make amends is a little upsetting. But I guess that just means I was right about her.

Still, I’m not a complete monster. And I do feel kind of bad that all of the funding I was providing has been withdrawn. Other people‘s marriages are not my affair, no pun intended. Actually, if you think about it, literally, people’s divorces are my affair.Which are the complete opposites. And yet I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel some guilt about pulling the plug on the money flow. I know just how detrimental consistent funding is to a nonprofit. Especially with all the stunts the government seems to be making.

Still, I have to remind myself that it’s not my problem. It’s not my problem because I am done with all of that. Hands washed, dried, and out the door.

Speaking of doors, there is a sudden knock on mine and a moment later, my secretary walks in.

“Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Remington,” she says softly. “But there are some clients here to see you. Or, uh, old clients, I suppose.”

Old clients…

Considering the number of cases that I haven’t lost, I’m not too worried about what old clients might want from me. Still, the distraction isn’t exactly welcome. Like I said, nothing is better than an infidelity case to keep my hands and my mind busy. It helps enough that I can forget about other things my mind could be on. Not to mention my hands…

“Send them in,” I tell her, and she nods before turning around and opening the door.

But when the Overholts walk in, I regret my decision almost immediately.

“Sorry to bother you,” Michael says, though nothing in his tone implies that he is regretful whatsoever. He is, dare I say, chipper if nothing else, and it only furthers my regret. “Ashley and I were just hoping that we could have a word with you.”

“Well, considering both of you are here at the same time, I doubt that it means you have reconsidered the divorce, but I suppose I can spare five minutes.”