She laughed once, sharp and disbelieving. “Do you hear yourself? Did you just forget the years we spent building it together?” He waved it off. “You helped. But it was my vision.” “And Tyler?” she asked. Her voice shook despite her effort. “What about your son?”
Vincent exhaled, irritated. “I don’t think I’m meant for that kind of thing. Parenting. You’re better at it anyway.” Then he said it—the part that would stay with her long after. “You can keep Tyler,” he added. “I want the rest.” He said it like he was being generous.