No one told me where I belonged.
For five years, Grant convinced me that abandoning my career was proof of love.
He never expected me to return.
He never expected me to uncover the affair, the stolen millions, the forged medical files, the corporate spies and the relatives who had spent decades preparing to take everything from us.
But the woman who entered Mercy St. Catherine in the middle of the night was not the woman who later walked out of Hartwell Tower.
The first woman wanted revenge.
The second wanted ownership of her own life.
