The Papers in His Hand
Graham stepped closer to the bed.
“There has been an unexpected issue with the Carrington transaction.”
I almost smiled.
“Is that what you call her?” I asked, looking down at Lucy.
Brielle’s expression changed.
“What does she mean?”
Graham ignored her.
He opened the folder.
“This is a temporary confidentiality agreement. It protects you, the child, and everyone involved.”
I stared at him.
“You left your own wedding reception to bring me an NDA?”
His voice lowered.
“This situation is bigger than either of us.”
I had heard different versions of that sentence throughout our marriage. His company mattered more. His reputation mattered more. His plans mattered more.
Now our daughter had been alive for less than an hour, and Graham was already worried about what her existence might mean for a business transaction.
Brielle stepped toward him.
“Graham, you told me there wasn’t a baby.”
He finally looked at her.
“I didn’t know until recently.”
Her face changed again.
“Recently?”
He said nothing.
That silence told her more than any explanation could have.
