And I had decided that I would no longer allow the people he hid behind to protect him.

If the truth about him hurt them, that was his doing, not mine.

He was the one who had built a beautiful family on a foundation of what he had done to my daughter.

I only turned on the light.

The flashbulbs erupted into a blinding wall of white light, and the reporters began shouting all at once, a rising roar of questions, and I lowered the report, and I turned my back on Julian Vance, and I walked out of that ballroom with my head high and my daughter’s letter in my hand, and I left the man and his collapsing empire behind me in the light and the noise.

Chapter 26 — Every Single Day