“You told me she was stupid.” “Shut up,” Sebastian snapped.

The conference-room doors opened. Real ruin didn’t come with shouting. It came quietly — with badges, evidence bags, and handcuffs.

Chapter 7 — Because I’m Not You

“Helena, listen,” Sebastian said, turning to me. “Theo is my son. He needs me.”
“Then you should have thought about him before committing federal crimes.”

Selene was crying. “What happens to my house?”

“Our house,” I corrected. “Ashford money paid for it. The court will decide what can be recovered.”

Beyond the glass wall, Theo stood beside his nanny, frightened and confused, and I felt no satisfaction looking at him.