Ethan looked at Alexander Reed. He looked at Emily. He looked at the signed papers on the table between them. And the color that drained from his face drained with such completeness that the lawyer beside him, a man who prided himself on his composure, looked away.
“Wait—” Ethan said. “What?”
Alexander picked up the signed papers from the table with the calm of a man reviewing routine correspondence. He turned through the pages without hurry, his expression neutral, reading the document that had just dissolved his daughter’s marriage to the man currently staring at him from across the mahogany table. Then he set the papers down and looked at Ethan directly, and his eyes were the kind that had looked at a great deal of the world and were not easily surprised by any of it.