His hand stopped.
Silence.
Mia called from the kitchen.
“Dad?”
“Stay inside, sweetheart.”
Victoria lowered her voice.
“I know about your wife.”
Ethan’s face became stone.
“Leave.”
“I know about the transport.”
“Leave.”
“And I know my signature is on the order that buried your testimony.”
The words struck harder than she expected.
Ethan stepped onto the porch and closed the door behind him.
“You don’t get to say her name.”
“I didn’t.”
“You don’t get to stand at my house.”
“I know.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know that you saved my life after my company helped destroy yours.”
Ethan laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“Your company?”
Victoria absorbed the correction.
“Me.”
“Yes.”
“Then me.”
