Emma's POV
I knew something was wrong before Alexander said a word.
He came to breakfast at seven thirty, dressed for the Meridian meeting, but there was something different in his face. Not the usual controlled blankness. Something underneath it, something that had been hit and hadn't fully steadied yet.
I poured him coffee and didn't ask.
He sat, drank half of it, and said, "It's Harold."
I set my cup down.
"The false document. Sterling's contact published it last night using Harold's version." He said it flatly, like reading from a report. "My uncle has been feeding Sterling information. Probably for months."
I didn't say I'm sorry or that's awful or any of the reflexive things that wouldn't help. I just sat with it for a moment, letting it be what it was.
"Does David know what
