“Greer — please.” His hair was wild, his flawless suit slept-in and rumpled, his voice cracking apart.

“This has gone too far.

Noelle meant nothing to me, I swear it — it was only ever about the family name.

We can fix this.

You have to unfreeze the accounts — ”

“Noelle meant nothing,” I repeated, and let the words hang in the quiet foyer.

“You brought her into my delivery room while I was ten centimeters dilated.

You stood over your newborn daughter and stripped her of her name before she had taken a single breath of air.