“And now this young woman conveniently secures employment inside your private residence.

You must admit it seems calculated.” Lianna’s face flushed.

“I had no idea Mr.

Stanford ran the company when I took the housekeeping job through an agency, Mrs.

Stanford.” “A very convenient coincidence.” And Lianna stood up straight, and looked Vivian Stanford directly in the eye, and said, “There is nothing convenient about raising a fatherless child alone while counting coins at the grocery checkout.” Corbin looked at his mother, and saw, with a clarity he could not unsee, the entire distance between her upholstered version of the world and the one Lianna Prescott actually lived in every single day.

Chapter 11 — Feed Austin First