He shed his dark overcoat, and draped it over the back of a chair, and leaned down to adjust the blanket around Noah’s chin, taking his time, letting my father sweat.

“Why would she tell you?” Julian asked, his voice deceptively soft.

“So you could use her pregnancy as leverage for your restructuring loans?

So your golden son, Caleb, could push her out of her equity stake even faster?

She had every reason to keep me a secret from you.

And she was right to.”

Chapter 8 — Corporate Fraud

Evelyn found her voice, and reached for the tone she had used on me my entire life.