Marcus's point of view

My office's tall windows let in morning light, but the warmth did little to quell the mounting annoyance that was eating away at me. Caleb's expression reflected my own dissatisfaction as he stood across from my desk.

"Everything was ruined by the nanny's death," Caleb said in a hurried voice. "Without her testimony, it means the battle line between us has just been drawn."

The wooden desk's sharp edge pressed against my palms as I balled my fists. “Something must be missing from our own end here, although I can’t tell what exactly. She couldn't have totally hidden her past.”

Caleb gave a headshake. "If she...