He murdered her. And now he was acting like it was just natural causes.
"Here." He pushed the folder back to me. "All signed. Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Good. Finish everything quickly. We have the celebration tomorrow, and I don't want any negative energy affecting it."
Negative energy. That's what my grief was to him.
"Of course," I said quietly, taking the folder.
As I turned to leave, I heard Mia's voice from the hallway.
"James? Are you almost done? I need your opinion on my dress—oh." She stopped when she saw me. "Olivia. I didn't see you there."
"I was just leaving," I said.
"Wait." Mia stepped into the office, her hand resting on her stomach. "I wanted to talk to you about something."
I said nothing.
"I know you're upset about Alice," she said softly. "And I understand, because losing a parent is hard."
My hands clenched around the folder.
"But you have to remember," Mia continued, "Alice was my biological mother too. We shared the same blood. If anything, I'm in more pain than you are. My wolf grieves for the connection we never had."
I stared at her incredulously. Mia had wanted nothing to do with Alice after the DNA test.