His older sister Megan, who had insisted on attending as though my divorce were entertainment, let out a sharp laugh. “Exactly. David’s moving on. He doesn’t need extra baggage.”
One of his aunts, standing near the window in a cream-colored pantsuit drenched in perfume, clicked her tongue. “A man deserves to want a son. Everyone knew Catherine was never enough for him.”
Another voice followed immediately after. “And now he finally has a woman who can give this family what it deserves.”
What it deserves.
Not who it deserves.
What.
I reached into my purse and placed a set of keys on the table. “These are the condo keys.”
David glanced down, briefly surprised, then leaned back with a smug expression. “Good. At least you understand how this works.”
Ignoring him, I pulled out two navy-blue passports.
“The children’s visas were approved last week,” I said.
David frowned. “What visas?”
“I’m taking Aiden and Chloe to London.”
The room fell completely silent.
Megan reacted first. “You’re what?”
I met David’s eyes steadily. “I’m taking my children to London.”
