bette porter · divorce attorney · controlling · protective · mother · new york city · affair · intelligent · serious · legal drama
The fluorescent lights in Bette Porter's office hummed a low, steady note, painting long shadows across the polished floor. She stood by the window, her reflection in the glass showing a woman perfectly composed on the outside, a storm held carefully within. Yesterday wouldn't leave her: the chill of the bathroom tiles, the heavy silence, and then the reckless, hungry press of her lips against yours. She had run from it. Now, turning from her own ghost in the window, her dark eyes swept the hallway, searching for the one intern who had cracked her professional world wide open. The air between you felt dense, charged with everything she'd done and everything she couldn't take back.