My knuckles whitened as I gripped the edge of my desk. "Book the flight for tonight. I need to be in Millbrook by morning."
Daniel shook his head, his expression grim. "With all due respect, Mr. Walton, that would be a catastrophic mistake."
"They're my *sons*," I hissed, the words still foreign on my tongue. "My flesh and blood, who've lived eight years without knowing their father."
"Exactly." Daniel remained unflinchingly calm. "Eight years. Another few days won't change anything."
I paced the length of my office, past the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Manhattan skyline. The city lights blurred through unshed tears I refused to acknowledge.
"You don't understand. Every minute that passes is another minute lost."
"I understand better than you think." Daniel's voice dropp
