Back in Sondra’s office, she flung the mask, collapsed onto the couch and sobbed until there was nothing left. Addison stayed there for a long while as her mind ran back and forth over all of the ways she should have seen this coming. She should have known it would only be a matter of time before she’d end up broken, too.
Finally, when there were no more tears left to cry, she pulled herself together. She gathered her things, went to Sondra’s desk, picked up the file and stuffed it in her bag. CLASSIFIED, my a*s.
CLASSIFIED, my ass.* * *
Addison couldn’t get home fast enough. She needed to hold her boys—to tell them how much she loved them, how much she wanted them, and how proud she was. She knew she was a good mother, and yet she still wondered if it was enough—if she was enough. Did
