To the Morrison family, I was merely the inconvenient, pregnant ex-wife—a woman to be tolerated, mocked, and eventually discarded part1

flickered, damp but still alive. My hands were cold, but my voice was steady when I found Arthur’s number and pressed call. Then I placed the phone on speaker in the center of their dining table

Chapter 3: Protocol Seven

Arthur answered on the second ring.

“Cassidy?” he said, his tone instantly alert. Arthur Vale, Executive Vice President of Legal, did continue reading …