"You visited my father." Ivy's voice came out steadier than she felt, which was the only thing keeping her upright.

"I did." Julian pulled a chair from the empty table beside them without being invited, settling into it like he owned the diner too. "Lovely man, your father. Very talkative once you remind him what's actually at stake for the daughter he hasn't spoken to in six years."

"Don't." Sterling's voice cracked like a whip. "Whatever you're about to say, don't."

"I'm simply catching everyone up." Julian's smile never wavered, easy and terrible. "Your father, Ms. Calloway, has agreed to sign a statement confirming his own guilt was, in fact,...