We handle it privately.

Whatever number you want, I sign it tonight.” Even now, standing in the wreckage, his mind was running risk and capital.

The one question he never asked was whether my heart was broken.

“The only compensation I want,” I said, “is for you to vanish from my life.

Sign the settlement or don’t.

If you refuse, my lawyer will drag you through a public trial that makes this dinner look like a warm-up.” Adelina grabbed my wrist, her grip desperate.