Chapter 148

• [Fifteen Months Ago…]
• “You’re late!” Maxwell Berkeley yelled, trying to maintain a low voice, mindful of all the significant individuals mingling at the fundraiser dinner. “Again.”
• As her knuckles grew white from how tightly she had clamped her fingers, Claire grumbled into her chest and averted her gaze. Her father didn’t really care, though. The larger hand on the clock that indicated she was five minutes late was all he was concerned about.