“Can he stop it?”
“No.”
For the first time that evening, something besides pain entered my chest.
Space.
Just enough room to breathe.
Then Mr. Harris continued.
“Lauren, there is something else we need to discuss.”
“What?”
“If you’re leaving tonight, don’t leave emotionally.”
I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“It means take documents.”
My gaze shifted toward Cole’s study.
“Financial statements, account records, communications, medical records, photographs of injuries, anything showing control over your movement or money.”
My pulse quickened.
“And the photograph?”
“Keep the photograph, but don’t make
