into me over and over: You don’t leave yourself exposed.
When the house was quiet again, I stood at the window, looking out at the dark tree line. Somewhere out there, Megan’s people were circling, but I wasn’t going anywhere.
The next morning, I drove into Albany with the documents tucked into my bag. The closer I got to the city, the tighter my grip on the steering wheel became. I wasn’t nervous about courtrooms or lawyers. I’d stared down Taliban fighters in dusty alleys. But sitting across from legal sharks and greedy family, that was a new battlefield.
Robert Chen’s office was in a high-rise overlooking the Hudson. The receptionist greeted me like she’d been expecting me. Minutes later, I was in a glass-walled conference room.
Robert walked in mid-40s, sharp suit, calm eyes that had probably seen their share of family meltdowns.
