ANNA'S POV

“So with us moving back to California, does that mean the drug would launch there?” Daniel asked, glancing over his shoulder as we folded clothes into one of the large silver luggage boxes sprawled open on the bed. His tone was casual, but I could tell from the way his eyebrows were slightly drawn together that he was genuinely curious, maybe even a little worried.

“Well,” I said, neatly folding one of my cream-colored tops and placing it inside the box, “I’ve been thinking about that. My ex — when I re-engineered the last formula that he took credit for, he got signed under a company. After that,...