I didn't know how far the nearest town was, or how long it would take to get there.
The blisters on my feet had burst a long time ago. Every step hurt. I didn't stop.
About an hour in, headlights lit up behind me.
"Hey, what are you doing out here alone?"
"Car broke down. Could you give me a ride? Just to the next town with a train station."
"Hop in."
When I reached the town, I bought the earliest ticket available.
Once I was on the bus, I borrowed a portable charger and turned my phone back on.
Dozens of messages flooded in.
Not one of them was from Les.
I called Attorney Fox directly.
"I need you to draft a divorce agreement."
"He leaves the marriage with nothing."
A pause on the other end. "Nothing? That's a tall order—unless there's serious fault on his side—"
"He cheated during the marriage. I have evidence. Also, that major client his company relies on? I'm the one who brought them in. The contract expires next month. I've already spoken with the other side. They won't be renewing."
"…Understood. I'll start drafting immediately."
I hung up and dialed my assistant.
"Rachel, book me a flight out of the country this afternoon. Anywhere. Just get me out."
"President Swanson, are you okay?"