shifted his chair backward.
“Can we have the room?”
The attorneys exchanged looks. With my consent, they reluctantly stepped outside. Alone with Aaron, I noticed his anger had given way to exhaustion.
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
“About the stake?”
“Yes.”
“I assumed eventually you’d become curious enough about my finances to ask.”
“That sounds deliberately cruel.”
“It wasn’t meant to be.”
“You watched me make assumptions.”
“I watched you make a lot of assumptions.”
“And you never corrected me.”
“I corrected you when it mattered.”
“When did
