Richard's body stiffened. The light in his eyes became dimmed instantly.

He knew how we lost our child.

This was more than Susan or anyone else between us. It was a living, breathing life.

If I reconciled with him now, what justice will that mean for the child we lost?

There was a knock on the glass door.

Richard said coldly, “Come in.”

Ivan pushed the door open. He walked in with an anxious look on his face. “Mr. Blackwood, the Baker family has ...