Chapter 50

Epilogue: five years later.

“Dad! She’s got your phone.”

Liam’s voice echoed off the bedroom walls just as Garrison straightened his cufflink.

Garrison paused. “What?”

Liam, dressed head to toe in the black suit he’d spent the week moaning about, leaned against the doorframe. He was so tall—almost as tall as me—and that still caught me off guard. “Ella has your phone.”

Garrison closed his eyes. “How?”

Liam smirked. “Probably stole it from your pocket.”

“I understand the mechanics, Liam.”

“Then why ask?”

I laughed from behind the dressing table mirror. Garrison shot me a look. “This is your fault.”

I turned in my chair. “How exactly is our daughter stealing phones?”

Garrison sighed. “She learned criminal behavior from someone.”

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s rich coming from the man who taught her how to pick the lock on the pantry.”

Garrison protested, “That was survival training.”

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