Elijah paced back and forth across the office of Owen Clarke—his lawyer. He felt like an animal caught in the headlights, just waiting for the inevitable blow that would crush him. A whole team of lawyers, and this was the best they could come up with? If it wasn’t Owen sitting at the desk in front of him, he’d tell the man—the lead lawyer on his case—to go to hell. But Owen had been a good friend for a long time, since before either of them had found their success. If he said the only option was to make some changes, he didn’t doubt the man for a second. That didn’t mean he had to like it.
So he flopped back into the leather chair in front of Owen’s desk. “Tell me,” he said with a heavy sigh.
“All right. You’ve been Sophie’s sole caregiver her entire life—that’s definitely a point in y
