CLAIRE
By evening, I'd managed to actually get some work done, responding to customer emails and finalizing details with Nina about the fashion show.
The show was in three weeks and I needed to stay focused on that, needed to remember that I had a business to run regardless of family drama.
I was reviewing the final production schedule when my phone buzzed with a text.
Unknown number. My stomach dropped as I opened it.
Unknown: Seems like you're taking the rough road. Interesting choice.
My father, obviously, checking to see if I'd caved yet. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment, then I started typing.
Me: Everyone should own up to their crimes. Including you. Including Victor Cross.
I hit send before I could second-guess myself. The response came almost immediately.
