Victor remained standing near the wall.
Sienna noticed him and swallowed.
“I don’t want money,” she said quickly.
That surprised me.
“Then what do you want?”
She opened her purse with shaking hands and removed a flash drive.
“Ronald sent me to your old house last night.”
My stomach tightened.
“What old house?”
“The Coconut Grove house. The one you lived in before the penthouse.”
I hadn’t lived there in two years. Ronald had insisted we keep it because it looked impressive for entertaining. The deed was mine. The memories were not.
Sienna continued, “He was drunk. Angry. He said you ruined his mother. He said there had to be records somewhere. Proof. Leverage.”
Victor moved closer.
“What kind of leverage?” he asked.
Sienna looked at me.
“Against you.”
I almost laughed again, but this time nothing about it felt funny.
She handed me the flash drive.
“I recorded him.”
Victor took it before I could.
“Why bring this to Lexi?” he asked.
Sienna’s eyes filled with tears she refused to let fall.
“Because he found something.”
The room seemed to shrink.
“What?” I asked.
She whispered, “A child’s medical file.”
My breath left me.
Victor turned sharply toward me.
I had not told him.
I had not told anyone.
Not even Ronald.
Especially not Ronald.
Sienna’s voice trembled. “He thinks you had a child before him. He thinks you hid a daughter. He said he can use it to make you look unstable, like you abandoned someone.”
My knees weakened.
I gripped the back of the sofa.
