glanced toward Dad.
That was answer enough.
“What did my company do?” he asked.
“Nothing improper.”
“I didn’t ask whether it was improper.”
Selina sighed.
“The landlord offered a deferred-rent restructuring.”
Dad leaned back.
“Who negotiated it?”
“Mara.”
There was that name again.
“Why has Mara been calling Rowan?” I asked.
Selina blinked.
“I don’t know.”
Rowan frowned.
“She left three messages.”
“She shouldn’t be involving you anymore.”
“Anymore?”
The word stayed in the air.
Selina realized her mistake.
“Mom,” Rowan said quietly, “what haven’t you told me?”
She looked
