“Fix this or I’m gonna start talking.” His face drains of color. “To your colleagues, to the press, to whoever will listen. Sam told me there are already doubts, so it wouldn’t take much. But I’m telling you now, if I go down, you’re coming with me, Dad. If something happens to Lilah, I will make sure that you crumble alongside us.” “Lola—” “Goodbye, Dad. Call me when this is handled. Until then, do not contact me.” And then I leave, wondering if I just made a huge mistake by putting this in his hands.
