my laptop toward Dad.
His expression shifted.
“Dad?”
He took the computer.
For the first time since arriving at my house, Gideon Sterling looked genuinely surprised.
“I didn’t know about this.”
That was entirely possible.
His company owned hundreds of commercial properties through subsidiaries.
But if Selina’s struggling business occupied a Sterling property, then our families had intersected before Rowan knew who I was.
Dad handed the screen back.
“Phoebe.”
“Yes?”
“You should find out who approved that lease.”
I looked at the photograph.
For the first time, I wondered
