“There will be no joint statement, Garrett,” the Senator said.

“My daughter is leaving with me, and my legal team will handle the dissolution of the venue contracts.”

He looked at Audrey, his expression stern and unyielding. “Get your coat, Audrey. Now.”

Audrey looked at Garrett, waiting for him to fight for her, to say something that would change her father’s mind.

Garrett remained silent, his eyes shifting from the Senator to the floor.

With a muffled cry, Audrey grabbed the skirt of her heavy silk gown, turning her back on him.

She ran toward the side exit, the fabric of her train rustling loudly against the stone floor.

Two of the Senator’s security detail quickly followed her, opening the doors into the rain.

Senator Kensington gave Vivian one final, chilling look before turning to follow his daughter.

The heavy oak doors clicked shut behind them, leaving the room even emptier than before.

I felt Owen tighten his grip on my hand, his small fingers warm against my palm.

“Mommy,” Wyatt whispered, looking up at me. “Is the lady sad?”