Disinfectant covered the room but could not hide the smell of a crowded public hospital. There were no private nurses, no security, and no Moretti name on the door.
I still checked the empty chair for Evangeline. Part of me had expected the sight of my collapse to bring her back.
The door opened instead.
Chloe stood there with her coat still on. The wide, frightened eyes she had used for six years were gone. She looked me over with open impatience.
“So, you're awake.” She crossed the linoleum and dropped a thick legal folio on the table at the foot of my bed.
“The council is in pieces, and everyone is taking what they can. Sign these.” She pushed the folio onto my lap. “They move the remaining discretionary assets into a new trust with Leo as sole beneficiary. It's the only way to pro
