HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

when they’re hurt.”

Owen’s shoulders went rigid.

I could have shown him the custody clause.

I could have told him his father had tried to own every invention he created until adulthood.

But children deserved facts, not recruitment.

“You don’t have to choose a side tonight,” I said.

Graham’s gaze sharpened.

“Did you write Asterion?”

The question stunned the continue reading …