He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was

I almost felt something for him, in that half-second — the vertigo of a man watching the floor of his own life turn out to have been a trapdoor the whole time.

Almost.

And then I remembered the doorway, and the dark screen, and stop being so dramatic, and whatever I had almost felt closed quietly back up, and I stepped into the room.

Chapter 11 — She’s My Daughter

Rowan’s eyes went from my father to me and back again, scrambling.

“Phoebe,” he said, almost a whisper.

“You — you know Augustus Ellsworth?”

My father shifted Felix gently against his shoulder.