The boys’ faces had been blurred, but not enough.
Blake called within seconds.
“I didn’t leak this.”
“I know.”
And I meant it.
Because the article contained a phrase only Vanessa would have used.
“The rightful Harrington bloodline.”
Julian entered the room with his laptop in hand.
“Martin’s team is spinning it. They’re framing you as an opportunist who hid children from Blake.”
I let out a bitter laugh.
“Of course they are.”
Blake’s voice came through the phone.
“Emma, I can stop some of it.”
– ¿Cómo?
“Al hacer una declaración”.
– No.
“If I publicly acknowledge them—”
“No,” I repeated. “You do not turn my sons into a press release.”
Silence followed.
Then Blake spoke quietly.
“What do you want me to do?”
I gazed through the window at the boys playing in the yard while Daniel watched over them.
Noah was building a fort.
