“I brought four sons to meet the people who were told they didn’t exist,” I said.

“What’s your price, Grace?” he asked, his posture stiffening as he glanced at the open library doorway leading back to the foyer.

“A revised child support agreement?

A lump sum settlement from the estate fund?”

“I want you to hear what I’m about to say,” I said, keeping my tone even and cold.

“You will never talk down to Henry, Sam, or Lucas again.

You will never call them an inconvenience or a mistake.”