“Are you okay?” Erica asked behind him.

He nodded. “Yes, I’m fine… or I will be when she’s out of our lives for good.” He walked back into the fire station, with Erica hot on his heels.

“I thought she already was out of your life,” Erica said behind him.

Taren turned to face her. “So did I.”

He poured himself a glass of iced tea and downed it, holding onto the edge of the counter.

“Who the hell was that?” Dylan asked behind him.

“My ex-wife.” Taren filled his glass to the brim with tea again, and downed it, too. If he hadn’t been working, it would have been...