EVELYN’S POV:

It took me moments, more like hours-before I could breathe again. Leonard held me close in a soothing manner, but it wasn’t enough. It felt like the end-not just my end, but my father’s legacy. His name, his company, everything he had worked for.

The notification wasn’t from the same number that had texted earlier. It was an update from the internet: my father, Mr. Wyatt, and his company were being dragged through the mud. As if that wasn’t enough, rumors of a court case were beginning to circulate.

I wailed louder now, and Leonard did all he could to calm me down. But I knew this was...