Chloe backed the Ford Explorer out of the tiny, exorbitantly priced parking lot spot outside her office building. She shook off the weight of depression that had descended upon her as she packed the last box into the back of the SUV. She'd spent half the night shoving her meager belongings into the boxes she had never thrown away from her original move into the condo. Then she'd spent the early morning packing the car. The rest of her day was spent at the office, fighting off Tucker's hysteria at the ineptitude of his own subcontractor.
No wonder a headache was making her head feel like it was about to implode. She wanted nothing more than a hot bath and a cup of tea. But she was moving. Once decided, she'd been in constant motion. Anthony wasn't even out of the hospital yet, but she felt
