Gabriella
Damien shook his head. “None. I'm not. In full disclosure, about a year after you left me, I started seeing someone."
My mind was spinning. “And you're telling me about her because you still love her? You're not divorced. Oh, I know, you have a kid."
“No, I'm telling you because the woman I was seeing is the daughter of a member of Sinclair's executive board."
Shaking my head, I said, “I'm lost, Damien. Why does this woman matter?"
“She doesn't, the daughter doesn't. Gloria, the board member does. Once Dad is off the high doses of painkillers, the doctors will be doing tests to determine if his heart attack affected his brain. Something about lack of oxygen. If it did—if he has cognitive damage, legally he can't rewrite his will."
“Is he okay?" I asked, genuinely concerne
