CHAPTER 77

DECLAN

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. But I knew I had to push those thoughts aside and focus on the urgent matter at hand.

"I think you should discuss this with your father," Dante suggested from the driver's seat, his tone grave. "I'm sure you don't want him to learn about it from the press."

Pulling into the company's parking lot, I waited for my father to exit his