Hazel's POV
"He has been watching this house for six months," Diane said, and my hand instinctively went to the window facing the garden where Grace played every morning.
We sat in the study long after Diane had gone, the leather folder now open across Julian's desk, its photographs and papers scattered like fragments of a life we never knew existed.
"Six months," Julian repeated, staring at a second photograph, this one recent, showing a man in an expensive suit standing outside our foundation's downtown office. "How did I never notice him."
"Because he did not want you to," I said quietly. "Not yet."
Marcus arrived within the hour, his tie loosened, his expression grim as he studied the documents Diane had left behind.
"These are authentic," he said finally. "Gerald paid Adrian's m
