You confessed to my board.

And now you turn up on my driveway, freezing, pitiful, with a little boy who happens to have eyes like mine.” He leaned over the desk, and his voice was ice.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that’s a coincidence?

How much is this performance going to cost me?”

The unfairness of it took the air out of me.

“I didn’t know this was your house, Flynn,” I said.