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At the front door stood Jaz, our housekeeper. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face pale and horrified. That—more than anything—almost made me stop. Almost made me turn back. Almost made me apologize.
Almost.
But not quite.
“Sorry, Jaz,” I muttered, walking outside, shutting the chaos out behind me.
As soon as I got in the car, I pulled out my phone and called Richard, my dad’s lawyer.
“Noah! So nice to hear from you. How are you doing, son?”
“Good, Rick. I need a favor.”
“Shoot.”
“Cancel all of my mom’s cards. Set up an allowance and send it to me for approval. She just got an apartment—get me the numbers. We’ll figure out what stays and what goes.”
“Okay… Anything else?”
“Are you in the city?”
“Yes.”
“Can we meet? I need you to bring me up to speed.”
“I’ll set something up for this afternoon. That work?”
“Yes. Thanks, Rick.” I bit down on my lip, hesitating. “And Rick…”
“Yeah?”
“We need to talk about my dad. I want the truth this time. No more bullshit.”
There was a long pause on his end. Then, “You got it, Noah. Are you doing okay?”
“I’m fine. See you later.” I hung up and let my phone fall to my lap.
That part was done. Now I just had to find a way to live with the rest of it. Guilt was already seeping in, and I fought to push it down.
Thiswas what she deserved.
I stared out the window as we drove to a hotel, making a vow to never set foot in that house again—or any place she called home.
I was done with her.
As far as I was concerned, I no longer had a family.
No longer had a home.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
AFTER
The plane landed a little after three.
Atty and I had taken an early flight after last night’s show at the big club. It had sold out just two days after they posted about it, and our social accounts were growing every day—especially with Lexie managing them. The gig had gone even better than the last one.
