To the Morrison family, I was merely the inconvenient, pregnant ex-wife—a woman to be tolerated, mocked, and eventually discarded part1

my face for the punchline he desperately needed to exist.

Arthur was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice had dropped. “Cassidy, if I do that, the Morrisons could lose everything. Are you certain?”

Brendan pushed back from the table. “What is Protocol Seven?”

I did not look away from him.

Protocol Seven was not a bluff. It was the clause continue reading …