The silence in the nursery was so complete that the steady ticking of the wall clock sounded like small hammer strikes.

“Mom, what are you saying about Dad?” I asked, kneeling beside her rocking chair.

My mother looked down at her hands, tears spilling over her lashes.

“Your father was a corporate legal adviser for Callahan Enterprises long before you and Russell ever met.”

“Dad never mentioned working for the Callahan family,” I said, feeling my world spin off its axis.

“He worked directly for Walter Callahan in the early nineties,” my mother explained.