after that.”
Dani knew she should be more sensible about this. She was
giving up so much just to survive. She should care, but she
found she’d been outwitted and outplayed, and if it was
already predetermined that she lose, she should do it all the
way.
“I don’t care,” she whispered. “Pick the one you think is
best for Emily to own. If you care about her, then do that for
her. Send me the contract tomorrow. I will have a lawyer go
over it and make sure it’s airtight, so don’t try to trick me, or
I’ll go to the media with all of this.” She pointed up to the
camera in the corner, which didn’t record sound, but Radcliffe
didn’t have to know that. “I’ve had that on the whole time. It’s
captured this entire conversation. If you don’t want the world
to think you’ve bought your way back into your daughter’s
life, you won’t try to trick me.”
Radcliffe nodded solemnly. He looked relieved, which only
made Dani’s heart ache further. He was getting his daughter
back. That’s really what he wanted. He really did love her.
He’d come in here, read Dani right, played his cards perfectly,
used every advantage he had. He’d been ruthless, but he’d
done it for the sake of his daughter.
Dani found, as Radcliffe unlocked the door and showed
himself out, that she couldn’t hate him for that. She turned her
daggers on herself, but even that got old and she set them
down.
She couldn’t hate herself either. She’d done what she had to
do and for once, it was more than
survival. She’d done it not
because she wanted to save herself, even though that made the