Grant's face was ashen. He knew I meant every word.
"Claire, I won't let Joy's death go unanswered. This is all Sophia's fault. She manipulated me into signing — she told me it was Lucas's checkup form. That's the only reason I..."
Even now, he was trying to absolve himself.
He couldn't accept that what he'd done was unforgivable. In his mind, Sophia was the one who should bear the blame.
I scoffed.
"What you do about Sophia is your business. I'll be pursuing this through the legal system."
Grant's shoulders sagged. His eyes were hollow with defeat.
He knew. There was no undoing any of it.
A heavy silence settled between us. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse.
"Claire, I know what I did. But no matter what — I'm still Joy's father. I loved her.
I just… lost sight of what
