That was the mercy and the heartbreak of babies. They arrived without grudges, trusting the world to become worthy of them.
A knock sounded at the door.
Adrian straightened, his old mask trying to return.
“What?”
The door opened slightly, and his assistant, Elise, appeared. Her composed face faltered when she saw the baby.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hartwell. Your father is here. He says it’s urgent.”
Adrian’s expression darkened.
“Tell him I’m unavailable.”
“I did, sir. He said it concerns the settlement.”
The room changed.
I felt it before I understood it. Adrian became very still. Elise looked at me quickly, then away.
“What settlement?” I asked.
Adrian did not answer fast enough.
The double doors opened wider before Elise could stop him.
Richard Hartwell entered like a man accustomed to doors opening before his hand reached them. Adrian’s father was silver-haired, impeccably dressed, and cold in the way marble was cold. He had disliked me from the beginning, though never loudly. Loudness was for people without influence.
