Look at me.

We can talk about this.

If you were having doubts — about us, about my family — you should have said something.

You didn’t have to ruin my father.”

I turned my head and looked at him for what I already knew would be one of the last times.

The boy who had sat six feet away while his mother nearly put me into the Atlantic was gazing at me now with wide, frightened eyes, begging for a mercy he had never once thought to offer me.

Chapter 14 — Rounding Errors

“I didn’t ruin your father, Callum,” I said, and handed the signed dossier back to Kira.