“But his signature on the bottom of the evaluation looks remarkably authentic.”

“Sloane has already drafted the press release for the local news outlets.”

“A prominent tech co-founder suffering a quiet, dangerous mental breakdown.”

“The media will love it.”

“The school board will love it even more.”

“You wouldn’t do that to our sons,” I said, tears burning the back of my eyes.

“They would see it. Their friends would see it.”

“Then sign the relinquishment papers tonight,” Gavin said.

“Give up your claim to the company, let me keep the primary custody, and the medical file stays in my safe.”

“You have until nine a.m. tomorrow before Sloane sends the email to the Sentinel.”

The line went dead.

I stared at the black screen of my phone.

“He’s bluffing,” Sarah said, though her hand on the steering wheel was tense.

“He’s not bluffing,” I said. “Gavin doesn’t bluff. He destroys.”

“We need to get to the office.”

“Cassandra, the receiver will handle this in the morning—”

“No,” I interrupted, looking out at the rain-slicked highway.