Resentment flares in her eyes at the mention of his name. “I’m not working for your father, Christopher. I haven’t seen or spoken to him since 2012 when he left me to rot in a house outside of Catalina, Arizona with no one to keep me company except a team of orderlies that kept me drugged and imprisoned to protect whatever secrets your father had on them.” Her mouth closes with a snap, but I don’t miss the tremble in her bottom lip. And I can’t ignore the sharp pain seeing it sends through my chest. “I’m in New Haven for you, Chris. Only you.”
