he had attended my wedding.
Dad looked at the screen.
“That’s interesting.”
“You invited him.”
“Your mother’s foundation worked with his wife for years.”
“Did he know Rowan was my husband?”
Dad considered it.
“Probably.”
“Did he know Selina was Rowan’s mother?”
“That I couldn’t say.”
There were innocent explanations.
Julian might simply have approved a legitimate application.
Selina might never have mentioned me.
Rowan used Hale professionally.
I used Vale.
Nothing obvious connected Selina to Gideon Sterling’s daughter.
Still, my instincts wouldn’t settle.
Not because I expected a conspiracy.
