you legally.”
I looked up.
That wording bothered me.
“You protected me how?”
Rowan reached into his laptop bag.
After several seconds, he removed another folder.
“I was going to tell you.”
“When?”
“I don’t know.”
Inside was a legal document drafted six months earlier.
Postnuptial financial separation agreement.
Unsigned.
My name appeared on the first page.
“You planned to ask me for a postnup?”
“To separate my potential liabilities from you.”
“But you never did.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because every time I tried, I couldn’t figure out how to explain
