I Found My Ex-Wife Sleeping in the Snow on the Coldest Night—She Was Holding Our Daughter
I found my ex-wife sleeping in the snow on the coldest night Chicago had seen in fifteen years.
Chapter 1
I Found My Ex-Wife Sleeping in the Snow on the Coldest Night—She Was Holding Our Daughter
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She was curled against the brick wall of a shuttered bookstore on West Adams Street, wrapped in a coat so thin it looked like it had already given up trying to protect her. Snow gathered in her hair, on her shoulders, along the faded seams of her sleeves. At first, from behind the windshield of my Mercedes, I thought she was a pile of discarded blankets.
Then the blanket moved.
A small pale hand slipped out from under the fabric and pulled the coat tighter.
I should have driven on.
That is what the man I had become would have done. Warren Beck, thirty-two years old, founder and CEO of Beck Industries, did not stop in blizzards at one in the morning. He did not ruin Italian leather shoes in dirty snow. He did not involve himself in other people’s tragedies when he had board meetings, acquisitions, and a wedding
But something held me at that green light.
Maybe it was guilt because three hours earlier I had ignored my fiancée’s seventh call while she waited alone at our wedding venue. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was God. Maybe it was the last piece of my soul, the part my father had not trained out of me yet.
The light changed.
No cars honked behind me. The city was empty, buried under wind and white.
I pulled to the curb and got out.
The cold hit like a fist. It stole the breath from my lungs and turned every inhale into broken glass. My overcoat, custom-tailored and absurdly expensive, might as well have been paper. Snow whipped between the buildings and slapped my face as I crossed the sidewalk.
“Hey,” I called. “You can’t stay out here. There’s a shelter on State Street. You need to get
The figure did not move.
I came closer. “Do you hear me? You’ll freeze to death out here.”
Slowly, the woman lifted her head.
The streetlight caught her face.
And my heart stopped.
Thinner. Older. Cheekbones sharp from hunger. Lips cracked and bleeding. But unmistakable.
“Piper,” I whispered.
The woman I had loved more than my own future.
The woman I had planned to marry eight years ago.
The woman who had vanished three weeks before our wedding without a note, without a goodbye, without leaving me anything except a hollow place in my chest that no amount of money had ever filled.
Piper Reynolds stared back at me.
And the expression on her face was not relief.
It was terror.
“No,” she breathed. “No, Warren. Please. Please just go.”
She tried to stand, and that was when I saw the child.
A little girl was pressed against
“Piper,” I said, my voice barely working. “Who is that?”
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