“Why not?” Jonathan asked, turning to his attorney.

“Harrison is a cornered animal,” Benjamin said, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “If you present this to him, he will not just surrender.”

“He has no choice,” Jonathan said. “The evidence is absolute.”

“He will strike back at whatever you care about most,” Benjamin said, his eyes shifting to me.

I felt a cold chill run down my spine, my hand instinctively moving to my stomach.

“The twins,” I whispered.

Jonathan looked at me, the anger in his eyes suddenly softening into deep concern.

“I will protect them, Mariana,” Jonathan said, stepping closer to me.

“How?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Harrison has resources we cannot even begin to fight.”

“He has money, but he does not have the law on his side with this,” Jonathan said, gesturing to the documents.

“He does not care about the law,” I said, looking out the dark window.

The snow was falling faster now, coating the Brooklyn rooftops in a thick, white blanket.

“We need to be smart about how we use this,” Benjamin said, closing the folder with a soft thud.