“Because I knew you’d say no,” he admitted.

The honesty of it burned away whatever excuse was left between them.

“My lawyer comes tomorrow,” Abigail said. “You’ll hand over the business records, and you’ll tell the banks the truth.”

Spencer started to cry. “Are you really going to send your only son to jail?”

“Your decisions chose this,” she said.

Then his phone buzzed on the table, and a message from a contact saved as Garrick lit the screen: