Chapter 29: Anastasia

I sit at the small writing desk in the morning room of the Vancouve estate, sorting the physical transcripts from the morning's deposition. The house is quiet around me, the drapes blocking out the midday heat. After two years of constant legal maneuvering, looking at the printed confirmation of Adrian's perjury gives me a cold sense of relief. The custody battle is functionally over. My fingers are steady as I clip the pages together and slide them into a leather folder.

The oak door swings open without a knock.

Harrison steps into the room, his face is tight, lips pressed into a thin line that stops my...