“I need you to cancel the Morrison meeting.”
“What?” Marcus said. “Isabelle, this is our biggest project in two years.”
“My daughter has cancer. I’m going to Seattle.”
The silence on the other end was immediate and total. Marcus knew about the custody battle. He had watched me disintegrate when Graham took Sophie and Ruby after the judge accepted the lies in that fabricated psychiatric report.
“Go,” he said finally. “I’ll handle Morrison.”