Chương 7
“She came into my room.”
“Licensed clinical social worker,” Dana said. “Private practice. No listed hospital affiliation.”
“Who paid her?”
No one needed to ask who had asked.
They all looked at Gregory’s payment receipt.
That afternoon, Alexander drove home alone.
Not because he wanted solitude.
Because Claire asked him to.
She stayed at the hotel with the children, Ava, Emily and Mara while Priya prepared an emergency filing intended to prevent anyone from moving the baby across state lines or making unilateral custody changes.
Alexander went home to shower and get clothes.
The house felt wrong without children in it.
Too clean.
He found a plastic dinosaur beneath the dining table. One of Liam’s. He put it on the counter.
Then moved it back to the floor because that was apparently where Liam wanted it.
Upstairs, Ava’s nursery smelled faintly of detergent and formula.
Alexander stood beside the crib.
There was a coffee mug on the dresser from two nights earlier. Claire had left it there during the 3:00 a.m. feeding.
The mug said WORLD’S OKAYEST DAD.
Sophie had chosen it for Father’s Day.
He picked it up.
Cold coffee had dried into a brown ring at the bottom.
For three months, this room had been the safest place in his life.
Now every object felt borrowed.
He hated that thought.
Ava was not an object.
That was the entire problem.
He showered.
Changed.
Packed for Claire and the children.
Before leaving, he went into his home office and opened the locked file drawer where he kept personal correspondence.
Inside was a letter from Gregory dated six months earlier.
Alexander had forgotten about it.
Not because it was unimportant.
Because it had irritated him enough that he had stuffed it away without answering.
I know you and Claire are disappointed by the agency delay. I have asked Martin to review alternatives. There is no virtue in suffering because a bureaucracy moves slowly.
Alexander read the sentence twice.
He photographed the letter.
Then he sat down.
This was the point at which he could choose not to find something.
That possibility became suddenly clear.
He could close the drawer.
Let Dana subpoena records later.
Tell himself he had preserved family boundaries.
There were probably dozens of communications between Gregory and Martin somewhere in the ecosystem of assistants, servers, lawyers and holding companies.
Finding them would not be difficult.
Finding them personally would be different.
Alexander opened his laptop.
Vale Meridian’s systems were separate from Gregory’s private holdings, but Gregory had used Alexander’s family office staff for years. The family office server was administered by a small team in Connecticut.
Alexander called the director.
“Tom, I need a litigation hold placed on all email, messaging and document accounts associated with Gregory Vale, Martin Voss and any employee who worked on private adoption matters over the last year.”
Silence.
“Alex, your father already called.”
Alexander’s hand stopped over the keyboard.
“When?”
“Twenty minutes ago.”
“What did he ask?”
“He said the family office was under attack and I should suspend external access.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you own fifty-one percent of the family office entity.”
Alexander closed his eyes.
His mother had left him that controlling interest.
Gregory had complained about it for seven years.
“What else did he ask?”
“He asked whether old backups could be permanently purged.”
Alexander stood.
“When?”
“Alex—”
“When?”
“This morning.”
“Did you do it?”
“No.”
His knees almost weakened.
“Lock everything.”
“Already did.”
“Do not tell my father.”
“He’ll know.”
“I know.”
Tom paused.
“Is this about the baby?”
Alexander looked toward the empty nursery.
“Yes.”
Another pause.
“My wife saw the news.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me.”
Alexander almost laughed at the absurdity of the sentence.
“Apparently I do that a lot.”
Tom did not know what to say.
They ended the call.
Alexander returned to the hotel with the letter.
Dana read it.
Then the data preservation confirmation.
“That changes things,” she said.
“How much?”
“Your father trying to purge backups after the allegation became public is not proof of the underlying conduct.”
“But?”
“But it’s bad.”
Mara said, “It’s guilt.”
Dana looked at her.
“It is evidence of fear. Let’s not pretend we know exactly what fear means until we see what he was afraid of.”
Emily had been sitting by the window with Ava in her arms.
For the first time.
Claire had agreed ten minutes earlier.
It had taken nearly an hour to get there.
Emily did not hold the baby the way Claire did.
That surprised Alexander.
Claire tucked Ava confidently against her chest, one palm supporting the head without thinking.
Emily held her carefully, almost formally.
As though the baby might be made of glass.
Ava stared up at her.
Emily stared back.
No one spoke.
Then Ava sneezed.
Emily jumped.
Claire laughed.
The sound escaped before she could stop it.
Emily looked up.
For one second she looked offended.
Then she laughed too.
Mara began crying.
She turned away immediately, furious with herself.
Claire’s smile disappeared.
Emily looked down at Ava.
“She sneezed like that in the NICU.”
Claire sat beside her.
“She still does it before she falls asleep sometimes.”
Emily’s face folded slightly.
Not into tears.
Into concentration.
“Does she?”
“Usually twice.”
Ava sneezed again.
Both women froze.
Then Claire covered her mouth.
Emily laughed so hard no sound came out.
Alexander left the room.
Not because he was angry.
Because he could not bear the tenderness.
In the hallway, he leaned against the wall.
Marcus stood twenty feet away pretending not to notice.
After a minute, Marcus said, “There’s bad coffee downstairs.”
Alexander looked at him.
“That an offer?”
“It’s a warning.”
They went anyway.
For two days, the story grew uglier.
Martin Voss disappeared.
Not internationally.
Not dramatically.
He simply stopped answering calls and was not at his apartment when a process server arrived.
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His phone went off network Sunday afternoon.
By Monday, reporters were outside both Vale residences.
