“How’s the foundation, Claire?” Ainsley asked, like they were a real family sitting down to dinner and not just scraps of ripped and shredded souls going through the motions of civility. Claire loved keeping up appearances. That’s why she had the foundation. Her little kingdom. And when he’d suggested years ago that he might play a role there, she had laughed. The idea that he would be capable of fulfilling any position with competency was a joke to her.
