the fierce, protective love for her daughter, and the ghost of the professional woman she had been before Harmon Financial ruined her.
“You don’t owe me fifty dollars, Clara,” Ethan said. “But we do need to talk about Harmon Financial Services.”
Clara froze, her posture turning defensive. “How do you know about them? Did they send you? Look, I didn’t steal anything. I just found the discrepancies—”“I know you didn’t steal anything,” Ethan interrupted softly. “Harmon Financial is a subsidiary of a mid-level holding company. That holding company is
