Page 91 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

He grabs some boxers and starts riffling through a box. When he comes back, he’s holding something small and metallic when he sits on the edge of the bed. His grin is soft and a little nostalgic, and something about his whole demeanor makes me want to grab him and hold him forever. And then I see what’s in his hand.

"A harmonica?" I ask, sitting up as he hands it to me.

"Not just any harmonica," he says, sitting back down beside me. "This was the first instrument I ever learned to play. My dadgave it to me when I was about Ollie’s age. It’s what helped me learn notes and harmony. I want Ollie to have it. That way he can carry music with him everywhere he goes."

My fingers brush over the worn metal, and I look up at him, my chest tightening. "Callum... are you sure? This must be so special to you."

"Yes, I'm as sure as shit," he says, his voice steady. "It’s been sitting in a drawer for years and I brought it here for good luck. It brought me you, so it did its job. If Ollie’s into music, this will be his constant companion and help him develop his natural talent."

I stare at him for a long moment, the weight of his gesture sinking in. "He’s going to love this," I say softly. "Thank you."

"You don’t have to thank me," he says, leaning in to press a kiss to my forehead. "I'm thankful to share it."

Monday,April 7

Hearns, Frisk & Lupo, LLP

9:54 AM

The fancy highrisealways feels too pristine for the kind of turmoil I bring through its doors. But before I can start overthinking how frazzled I must look, Tip catches sight of me from her desk and beams.

"Well, if it isn’t our favorite client," she says, standing to greet me with a hug.

"You must say that to everyone," I tease, though secretly I hope it's true. Tip is always a highlight of these dreaded meetings.

"Not true," she says, hands on her hips. "You’re without question in the top three."

"Good to know I’m climbing the ranks," I say, smiling back.

She laughs and grabs a file from her desk. "Gus is ready for you. He said to bring your A-game, so don’t go easy on him."

"I’ll do my best," I say, giving her a mock salute before heading into his office.

Gus is already seated behind his desk when I walk in. He used to stand to greet me, but I guess we've moved past the formalities at this point.

His glasses are perched low on his nose as he scribbles something on his legal pad. He looks up as I approach, nodding toward the chair across from him.

"Sienna," he says, setting his pen down with a small smile. "How are you holding up?"

"We are getting through. Outside of him, things are good."

"Good. Come in. Let’s start with the school situation. You met with the headmaster on Friday, right?"

I sink into the chair, setting my bag on the floor. "I did. It was fine until Marcus showed up."

His brow furrows. "He was there?"

"Uninvited," I say, frustration bubbling up again just from saying it aloud. "The headmaster swore he didn’t tell him, and Ididn’t either. So I have no idea how he knew when and where I’d be. He just... walked in and took over."

Gus leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "And what’s your take on the school?"

I exhale slowly, forcing myself to focus. "It’s a great school, but Ollie’s happy where he is. His teachers love him, he has friends, and he’s thriving. There’s no reason to pull him out other than that Marcus wants to call the shots."

Gus nods, jotting something down. "Then my advice stands. You’ve done your due diligence by meeting with the headmaster and considering the option. Unless Marcus can prove that Ollie is struggling where he is—which, from everything you’ve said, he isn’t—he has no grounds to push for a change."

"So I don’t need to do anything?" I ask, the tension in my chest easing slightly.

"No," Gus says firmly. "Let the acceptance deadline pass. If Marcus tries to push this further, we’ll address it then."

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