PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

everyone.

But toward Bryce, he had always been careful.

Savannah remembered dinners where her father watched Bryce speak about “growth strategy” and “family consolidation.” She remembered the way Andrew’s smile faded whenever Bryce answered questions meant for Savannah. She remembered one evening when her father walked her out to the porch and said, continue reading …