“I won’t tell her.”

I laughed, but there was no humor in it.

“She always finds out, Blake.”

“She had people following me four years ago.”

“She’s the reason I left.”

Blake’s face darkened.

“I’ve handled my mother,” he said.

“The divorce is finalized.”

“She has no power over my personal life anymore.”

“You underestimate her,” I said.

“I lived in her shadow for two years.”

“She doesn’t let go of anything she thinks belongs to the Harrington name.”

Blake took his coat off the hook.

“I will protect them, Emma,” he said.

“I swear it.”

“Just let me see them tomorrow.”

I looked at the clock on the wall.

It was almost six.

My friend Sarah would be bringing the boys back from the museum soon.

“Tomorrow at ten,” I said.

“The diner on Damon Avenue.”

“Don’t be late.”

“I’ll be there at nine,” he said.

He walked to the door and paused.

He looked back at me, his eyes searching my face.

“I still love you, Emma,” he said softly.

“Don’t,” I said.

“That ended when you signed those papers.”