Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Mila woke after only a short, restless sleep.

It was Adrian who woke her, fussing in the next room.

Fighting off the last remnants of drowsiness, she checked on her son. He seemed fine, so she didn't bring up anything from that awful day. Instead, she helped him wash up, fixed a simple breakfast-toast and scrambled eggs-and then called her assistant, Cara, asking her to come over.

She had to visit the school today.

Adrian wouldn't be allowed back for the time being. First, she needed to arrange his leave of absence, and while she was there, she wanted to get the real story herself. She no longer trusted a word from Leonard or the Montgomery family-if she wanted answers, she'd have to find them on her own.

But she couldn't take Adrian with her.

"Adrian," she said gently over breakfast, "Mom has to go out for a bit today, and I'll be back later. Miss Cara will stay here with you, okay?"

Adrian's face fell. "Why? Where are you going? I want to come, too." It was rare to have his mom home, and now that they were finally living together again, he didn't want to be apart from her.

"It's not a good time, sweetheart. I have some important things to take care of." She paused, trying to soften the blow. "Be good, and you can play with anything you like. When I get back, I'll bring you a present."

He hesitated, sulking. "You said that last time and didn't bring anything!"

Mila laughed awkwardly.

Fortunately, the house was stocked with all sorts of games and toys. She pulled out everything she could find, hoping to keep Adrian distracted and away from thoughts of what had happened at school. Cara arrived bright and early; Mila gave her a few last-minute instructions, then, on a whim, handed over a generous bonus-her phone pinged with the transfer.

Cara's eyes widened at the string of zeros. She nodded eagerly, confidence blooming. Taking care of a child? She'd looked after plenty of cousins and nephews-she could handle this, no problem.

settled, Mila headed upstairs to change. In the walk-in closet, she pulled on a fresh outfit, then noticed a chill in

I leave

herself, closing the half-open window

to the

gate, a strange sense of unease prickled at her skin. She glanced

someone else

it clear-furious, even-that she didn't want

their so-called "protection" was just surveillance in

they didn't follow her openly, she wouldn't put it past them to keep tabs from the shadows.

irritation. She ignored the feeling of eyes on her back and strode into the school, heading straight for

Adrian's teacher-Ms. Stephanie-had already been suspended

From everything Mila had read, Ms. Stephanie had been the first on the scene that day.

been hoping to talk to her face

Now, that wasn't possible.

the office, but, as expected, they avoided the topic—even though she was one

they'd been warned to keep

discuss what happened-not

press them. She had Ms. Stephanie's phone number. With

to a quiet

before the call finally

waited, then asked cautiously, "Ms. Stephanie? This

said everything I know. I really

woman's voice

hesitated, understanding all too well. The past few days must have