As Amelia sat on the couch, the room was filled with deep shadows from the late afternoon sun. The weight of the envelope in her hand was too much to handle. Custody proceedings were started, and Andrew's lawyers' legal documents were now official. A public storm was poised to engulf her life. But what Ryan had just told her was far worse than that.
She was startled out of her reverie by a gentle knock on the door, but she recognized the knocker before she even got to her feet. Ryan. He constantly lurked when things looked to be going well, like a menacing shadow. She did not doubt that today would be no exception to his tendency to irritate her and drive her over the edge.
He was standing there with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and his typical arrogant smile on his face when Amelia opened the door.
"Aren't you here to add insult to injury?" She spoke in a chilly, aloof tone.