"You could," the lawyer agreed. "But the evidence is clear. He maintained both marriages knowingly. Any legal battle would be long, expensive, and public."
Public. The word hung in the air.
My father was a respected businessman. Charity boards. Community events. The perfect family man.
Times two.
Outside the lawyer's office, Emma caught my arm.
"Rachel. I understand if you never want to see me again."
I looked at her. Same blonde hair. Same green eyes. Features I now recognized as my father's.
"Ten years," I said. "You've been my best friend for ten years."