had been.
How many nights I’d stayed awake with a crying baby.
How lonely it felt when everyone assumed I’d been rejected.
But when he stood in front of me, the only words I could manage were:
“You found my letter.”
He lowered his eyes.
“Yes.”
“After two years.”
“I know.”
Celeste struck the table with her palm.
“This is absurd. Adrian, your father was critically ill. You were fighting to retain control of the corporation. You couldn’t possibly have handled another crisis.”
Adrian turned toward her.
“And you knew
