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

“She’s my daughter,” he said.

Rowan’s mouth opened.

Nothing came out of it.

And then the fear arrived, all at once, shoving the shock aside.

“Sir — Mr.

Ellsworth — whatever she’s told you, there’s context, I can — ”

“Careful,” I said.

He wheeled toward me.