I push past her and look around. “Where is he?” I ask, and she turns and pretends to be confused. “I know he’s here, Mother. I saw his truck outside.”

“Now is not a good time.” She looks at me and then looks at Savannah. “Perhaps …” She continues talking, but I walk to my father’s study and push the door open. He sits on the couch leaning back while my brother’s wife sits in front of him on the single chair, and my brother stands looking out the back window.

“This is great,” I say and walk into the room with my mother behind us. “Family meeting time.”

“She isn’t family,” Liam says of Savannah, raising his hand to point at her. I notice now the empty glass in his hand.

“Is that the way to speak to the woman who had your child?” I say and look over to my mother to see if she knew about it. But her wringing her hands gives me my answer, and I shake my head. “It’s over.” I look at my father who just leers at me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, glaring at me. “But if this is another tantrum you’re going to throw, I suggest you watch your tone with me.”

I laugh now bitterly while Savannah squeezes my hand. “Beau,” she says my name. “You aren’t one of them.”

“You,” my father says to her. “You need to learn when to talk and when not to talk.”

“I love you,” I whisper and lean forward to kiss her lips.

“What the fuck is this?” Liam says. “You barge in here acting all high and mighty and what?”

“The police just arrested Chase.” As I say his name, my eyes are on my father, but just like the poker player he is, he doesn’t even bat an eye. “I’m assuming you have no idea what I’m talking about.”

“Not a clue,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “Should I?”

“Well, considering you were going to pay him a million dollars to take out Savannah and Ethan.” I say the words that taste like acid in my mouth. My brother looks at me, his mouth open, and then looks back at my father. “You should know his name.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” my father says.

“Well, here is a surprise.” I let go of Savannah’s hand. “Chase said you might say that so he gave us this.” I take my phone out of my pocket and press play on the video that Chase secretly recorded of my father and him.

“That can be doctored. That proves nothing,” he says, and I want to grab him by his throat.