Anabella Clayton's POV:
Elinor and I settled into the new house. Her room hadn't changed much. We'd only added a small canopy bed and a pristine white desk, and the floor was now softened by a plush rug patterned with whimsical animals.
"Is Dexter's room next door? I want to see!" Elinor skipped toward the hallway, her ponytail bouncing. "Oh, it's got an astronaut rug! He's going to love it. Mommy, when can I go get Dexter?"
A sharp pang of grief hit my chest. I had tried to talk to Bowden twice about seeing our son, only to be met with a barrage of vitriol.
"My leg is still shattered! Have you forgotten what you did?" he'd snarled over the phone. "Since you sold off my debt, we have nothing left to say to each other. Stay away."
It seemed the thugs Jewell hired hadn't hit him nearly
