Rosalie’s head snapped toward him.
“Which attorney?”
“Mine.”
“You are not doing this.”
“I am.”
“You will destroy your father.”
“He has spent seventeen years destroying himself.”
Charles looked at his son.
Luke’s voice broke. “And I helped him by pretending I did not see.”
Hannah’s eyes lowered.
He turned toward her. “I am sorry.”
She said nothing.
“I know that does not repair it.”
“No.”
“I know saying it here, after everything is exposed, makes it sound convenient.”
“It does.”
He nodded. “Then I will keep saying it until you no longer need to hear it.”
Hannah looked at him for a long moment. “Do not make my forgiveness another thing you expect me to provide.”
His face tightened.
“I will not,” he said.
The front doors opened.
A woman in a dark coat entered with a leather case. She was followed by a gray-haired man carrying a folder and a younger woman holding a camera bag.
Rosalie stared at them. “Who are they?”
Charles answered. “The attorney, the forensic accountant, and the investigator.”
“You planned to ambush me.”
“No,” the attorney said. “We prepared to preserve evidence before it could disappear.”
The investigator placed a sealed evidence box on the table.
Rosalie looked toward the side door.
Martin quietly stepped in front of it.
His mother turned to him. “Move.”
