number you need to begin a new life somewhere else.”
I looked at the check.
Then at her.
“Why would I do that?”
Her attorney stared at the floor.
Celeste leaned forward.
“Because my son cannot afford another distraction. Especially one involving a small-town waitress and a child born outside marriage.”
My fingers went cold.
She knew about Poppy.
Not suspected.
Knew.
“How long have you known about my daughter?”
Celeste gave a faint smile.
“Long enough.”
I looked toward her attorney.
He refused to meet my eyes.
“Did you
