The words hit Ambrose like a blow to the chest.
There was a saying about tigers never devouring their own cubs, but Morgan Lewis had crossed a line that even beasts wouldn't cross. He was using his own son as leverage against Violet, treating the child like a bargaining chip in some sordid negotiation. The man had forfeited every shred of decency he might have once possessed.
Violet's eyes were red-rimmed, tears spilling down her cheeks as her voice broke. "What do I do? Please, tell me what to do."
Every rational thought had scattered the moment she'd seen that photograph, leaving only raw panic clawing at the inside of her ribs. She was caught in a spiral she couldn't pull herself out of, her fingers twisting in her lap until the knuckles went bone-white, her shoulders shaking no matt
