RIZ Dad knew we were going to see him. He was hoping I could convince Mom to come with me. Maybe he wanted to make peace with her too. They were probably tired of exchanging hurtful words. We didn’t plan to stay long at Dad’s house, but he wanted us to have lunch there while we talked. In the car, Mom kept asking questions. “He knows.” She rubbed her temple. “There might be trouble. You know how Liberty is. You should’ve just asked your dad to come to your penthouse so we could talk there. It’s safer.” I grimaced. “Mom, you sound just like Justin. That’s exactly what he said earlier.” “Well, your husband has a point. I’m just thinking about the fact that you’re pregnant. It’s like you don’t even know Liberty. She doesn’t care about anyone. I even saw her once arguing with another woma

