And now he wanted me at Christmas dinner.
I read the message again and again.
Come to Christmas dinner at Mom’s house in Boulder on December 25. The family wants to see you one last time.
I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because I understood exactly what he was trying to do.
Dominic still believed I was the broken twenty-five-year-old woman he had abandoned. He thought I was lonely, struggling, and forgotten. He had no idea what kind of woman I had become.
“Audrey?”
My assistant, Paige, stood at the door. “You okay?”
I turned my phone toward her. She read the message and frowned. “You’re not seriously going, are you?”
I looked out at the city lights, a cold smile touching my lips. “Oh, I’m absolutely going.”
Christmas morning was bright, cold, and white. The helicopter rose above the Texas skyline with me and the four most important people in my world inside.
