Instead of crying, I kept reading.
Hidden beneath the custody agreement was another clause.
If I signed, I’d permanently waive my right to investigate several financial accounts belonging to the Vance family real estate company.
This wasn’t just a divorce settlement.
It was a desperate attempt to protect secrets they never wanted uncovered.
I looked at Julian. “Are you absolutely certain this is what you want?”
He didn’t hesitate. “I’ve never been more certain.”
My eyes drifted toward the hospital security camera. Then to the nurse. The social worker standing quietly near the doorway.
