He had the report in his hand.

He was staring at the two numbers like they might rearrange themselves if he looked hard enough.

“You lied to me,” he said to Odette.

“For four years. Four years.”

“Vaughn, listen — ” She was on her knees now, actually on the floor beside his chair, both hands clutching at his trouser leg.

“I did it for us.

I did it because I love you.

Wyatt was nobody — he could never have given him this, given us this — ”