I looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows toward the Chicago River.

The water was a deep, cold blue, reflecting the gray winter sky.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

It was an email notification from my attorney in Boston.

The divorce decree was signed and filed.

The last legal link to Adrian was gone.

I put the phone away and looked back at the blueprints spread across the large conference table.

The drawings were detailed, precise, and calculated to withstand the elements.

Every column and beam was anchored to the bedrock below.

“Let’s get to work,” I said.