A pair of police cruisers rolled up the driveway, their lights flashing silently against the stone facade of the house.
I handed Marcus the signed keys to the property, took one last look at the beautiful nursery windows, and turned my back on the estate forever. I had a brand-new, unencumbered penthouse downtown waiting for me and my daughter.
“The movers will give you two hours to clear your boxes out of the garage, Daniel,” I said, stepping into the waiting town car Vivian had arranged for me. “My process server will meet you there with the divorce papers. Don’t worry about the passcode anymore. It’s not your problem anymore.”
As the car pulled away, I looked down at my daughter’s tiny, perfect face. She would never grow up in a house built on arrogance and control. She would grow up in a home built on strength.
