Elise’s smile vanished.

Daniel’s expression hardened. “Lena.”

I met his eyes for the first time that morning.

“You chose the wrong woman.”

Voss reacted instantly. “Your Honor, we object to any undisclosed material.”

Judge Marlowe accepted the folder but didn’t open it. “Mrs. Hale, explain.”

I felt Daniel’s gaze on me, trying to force me back into silence with the same look he used at home, in elevators, at charity galas, beside hospital beds where donors smiled for photographs.