me anything, but if your name is on this, you should know what they’re doing under it.’”
“What happened?”
“I investigated. He was right. I cleaned house. Quietly.”
“And Bennett?”
“I offered him a job.”
“He took it?”
“No.” I remembered Evan’s tired smile. “He said his wife was pregnant with twins and he wanted a life where dinner happened at the same table every night.”
Marco looked back at the children.
“Good man,” he said.
“Yes.”
A good man who was gone.
A good man whose children had been left on a bench.
My phone vibrated.
My attorney, Elise Voss.
Elise did not waste words. “I spoke with the responding supervisor. You cannot simply take the children.”
“I know.”
“Good. I say that because you have a history of deciding legal reality is a suggestion.”
“Not with children.”
There was a pause.
Then her voice softened. “Are they all
