I found Daniel in the car park an hour later, sitting in his Porsche with the door open.

The company car. Which the company would want back.

He looked up when he heard my footsteps. His eyes were red.

“Why didn't you tell me?” he said. “Twelve years. Why didn't you ever tell me?”

“Dad asked me not to. He said you were proud. He said you needed to feel you'd built something.” I shrugged. “And I loved you. So I let you.”

“Grace.” He got out and reached for my hands. “I made a mistake. Vanessa meant nothing. It was stress. We can fix this. Think of Leo.”

“I always think of Leo. You're the one who walked past him on the stairs on Sunday morning.”

He flinched.

“Please,” he said. “Don't take the company. It's all I have.”

“I'm not taking anything, Daniel. It was never yours.” I stepped back. “The board will decide what happens to you after the audit. I won't interfere either way. That's more than you offered me.”

“And us?”

“You ended us at a dinner table in front of twelve people. You were very clear.”

I walked to the old Volvo, the one he'd so generously offered to let me keep, and drove home.

My phone was already ringing. Patricia.