I was in it for a dead man’s daughter, and a shop full of a family’s memory, and a promise I had made to a husband I had held through his final breath.

You cannot bankrupt a person out of a promise.

Caleb had millions, and lawyers, and power.

I had something his money could not touch and his lawyers could not reach and his threats could not frighten: I had a reason.

And a reason, I would learn over the next twenty-one days, beats a fortune more often than the people with fortunes ever expect.

Chapter 16 — The Oak Tailor