Chapter 43

Bratt

The week went from bad to worse. If it wasn’t the fight with Travis, it was little fires going on with my clients. If it wasn’t that, it was Noah giving me a silent treatment his biological mother would be proud of. If it wasn’t Noah’s silent treatment, it was the nagging feeling that I was missing something.

I couldn’t tell if it was the general feeling of missing Marley or if I was just feeling off-kilter because my kid refused to talk to me. But I had the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that there was something I was forgetting or not understanding.

I’d had similar feelings before when I was with Noah’s mother. Feelings I’d ignored because I was so smitten with her. But they ceased as soon as we broke up, and she left our lives in a more permanent fashion. This was the opposite. The longer I was away from Marley, the more confused and agitated I felt.

I stayed stuck in this muck of my own making until a few days after the incident at the library.

Sylvia had just gone d