Sam’s jaw tightened. "I wrote a book about forgiveness, Elena. Not a police report."
"He wants us to fight," Juniper said quietly. "Even now."
, the eldest, had flown in from Milan. She ran Arthur’s European fashion branch with an iron fist and a smile that never reached her eyes. She sat apart, nursing a glass of scotch that had been her father’s favorite.
"Forgiveness is a luxury of the one who wasn't bleeding," Elena said. Her voice cracked, just once.
Tess's face, for the first time, lost its composure.
Then Elena laughed again—but this time, it was softer. Almost real. "The baby of the family grew teeth."
Sam’s jaw tightened. "I wrote a book about forgiveness, Elena. Not a police report."
"He wants us to fight," Juniper said quietly. "Even now."
, the eldest, had flown in from Milan. She ran Arthur’s European fashion branch with an iron fist and a smile that never reached her eyes. She sat apart, nursing a glass of scotch that had been her father’s favorite.
"Forgiveness is a luxury of the one who wasn't bleeding," Elena said. Her voice cracked, just once.
Tess's face, for the first time, lost its composure.
Then Elena laughed again—but this time, it was softer. Almost real. "The baby of the family grew teeth."
