love us anymore. She said if I call his phone, he will send us to an orphanage because we cost too much money.
Every date coincided with my calendar. Every flight I took, every late-night dinner I attended to close a funding round, every weekend I told myself I was building an empire for their future—my children were living in an orchestrated nightmare.
A cold, sickening guilt washed over me, heavy enough to buckle my knees. I had paid for everything and provided nothing that truly mattered.
I didn’t waste another second. I scooped up Owen, wrapped him securely against the winter chill, gripped Lily’s trembling hand with my own, and shoved the notebook into my coat pocket. As we reached the foyer, Kate was standing by the kitchen island, clutching her purse and a glass of scotch.
”Daniel, be reasonable,” she pleaded, realizing the leverage had completely slipped through
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