“You knew,” I said, my voice rising before I could stop myself.

I stepped out from behind the security desk, pulling Ruby with me.

“You knew about the mold in 4B?”

Dunleavy glanced at me, his eyes narrowing to slits.

“Ah, the loyal tenant,” he sneered.

“Always paying on time, never making a fuss.”

“Except when the ceiling collapsed in the hallway, of course.”

“You’re just collateral damage, Claire.”

“The Graves family doesn’t care about you.”

“They never have.”

“That is not true,” Nathaniel said, his voice quiet but incredibly sharp.

He turned his gaze to me, and there was a look of deep regret in his eyes.

“I didn’t know,” Nathaniel said, looking directly into my eyes.

“I swear to you, Claire, I did not know the extent of what Dunleavy was doing.”

“My father kept those files locked in his private safe.”

“But I know now.”

Charles Graves looked down at the floor, unable to meet my eyes.

He looked so old, his shoulders slumped under his heavy wool coat.

“We did what we had to do to protect the merger,” Charles muttered.