The door clicked shut behind him.

I got out of the bed slowly, careful not to pull the IV line.

I walked over to the bassinet and looked down at Maya.

She opened her eyes, staring up at me with dark, clear circles of blue.

“You’re safe,” I whispered to her.

The name Callahan had been dragged through the mud by criminals.

But the name belonged to her now.

I reached down and let her tiny fingers wrap around my thumb.

Her grip was surprisingly strong.

An hour later, my civil attorney, Robert Vance—no relation to Julian—entered the room.

He carried a black leather briefcase.

He looked tired, but he had a faint smile on his face.

“The board’s legal counsel just sent over the signed resolution,” Robert said.

He placed the briefcase on the small table and opened it.

“They have officially named you the legal guardian of the estate’s primary assets,” he said.

“What does that mean for the day-to-day operations?” I asked.

“It means you have veto power over any major corporate decisions,” he said.

“The board cannot move funds or sell assets without your signature.”