Chapter 18
Aliya's POV
The drive from the airport was quiet as I sat in the back seat with Marcus Powell, trying to organize my thoughts. His presence was intimidating—all crisp lines and precise movements, like a scalpel waiting to cut through the tangled mess of my marriage.
"Clayton, regarding your case, ...
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