Chapter 11
Nora's POV
I watched the interview from the boardroom television with the volume low.
Julian had pulled it up on the screen without being asked. He stood beside me, arms folded, saying nothing. Bree had quietly slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her, understanding without being told that this was not a moment for extra people.
I watched Caleb on the screen. He was dressed well. Someone had advised him on that, probably Ava. His shirt was pressed, his jaw was cleanly shaved, and he had that expression on his face that I had seen a hundred times across our dinner table. The expression that said, I am the reasonable one here. I am the one being patient.
I knew that expression better than he knew himself. I watched him stumble when Dana asked about Mia's teacher
