The file lay unopened between Adrian and Evelyn.
For several seconds, no one reached for it.
The room overlooked the Hudson River, its floor-to-ceiling windows allowing the pale morning light to spill across polished stone floors. Everything inside the suite had been carefully designed to project calm. Soft colors. Minimal furniture. Fresh flowers on a table near the window.
It felt less like a prison than a luxury hotel.
That made it more dangerous.
Adrian looked from the file to Evelyn.
“You expect me to believe this proves something.”
“I expect you to read it.”
Her voice carried none of the sharpness he remembered from family gatherings. It was quieter now, almost tired.
Sebastian remained by the window, watching the river below.
He had not looked at Adrian since placing the f
