Chapter 180

The penthouse was quiet when Camille arrived home. Only the kitchen light glowed, spilling onto the polished floor. She found Alexander at the island counter, papers spread before him, a glass of whiskey at his elbow. The amber liquid caught the light as he raised it, not looking up when she entered.

“Long day?” he asked, still scanning the document in front of him.

Camille set her bag down, her heart beating faster. The weight of Eleanor Pierce’s visit pressed on her shoulders. “You could say that.”

She moved to the refrigerator, buying time as she pulled out a bottle of water. Her mind raced, searching for the right words. How do you tell someone their estranged mother showed up after seven years of silence?

“Someone came to see me today,” she said, her voice quieter than she intended.

Alexander made a noncommittal sound, still absorbed in his work.

“At the office.” Camille twisted the cap off her water. “Your mother.”

The stillness that f