looked at Evan.
“That firm represents you personally.”
Olivia grabbed Evan’s arm.
“There has to be an explanation.”
“There is,” I said.
She snapped, “Stay out of this.”
For the first time that night, I laughed.
Everyone looked at me.
“You dragged me over here.”
Her face reddened.
Evan lowered his voice.
“Sophie, whatever you think happened, you don’t understand the pressure I was under.”
That was the first confession.
Not enough for a courtroom.
More than enough for a father.
Richard motioned toward a private lounge.
“Everyone. Now.”
Inside,
