I was holding my newborn when my uncle walked into the hospital room and saw the marks on my neck.

Morales still in charge of Internal Affairs?”

Denny’s jaw tightened.

Martin murmured, “Ray, please.”

That please was worth every bruise I had ever hidden.

Ray turned to me. “Your aunt left you something besides recipes, Nora. Her shares. Her trust. Her voting rights.”

Caleb blinked. “What shares?”

I raised my chin. “The Price Logistics shares your father continue reading …