"Faith came back because a child needs his father. She's not asking for a title."
Faith leaned into Tony's chest, her eyes rimmed red.
"Tony, please don't blame her. This is all my fault. I never should have brought Rufus back."
Tony patted her shoulder, soothing her.
"This has nothing to do with you. This is what you and Rufus deserve."
I stared at the lot of them, my nails digging crescents into my palms.
"Tony, every asset under your name came from the company shares and dividends I gave you."
"You used my money to take care of her?"
He stepped forward, towering over me.
"That was what you owed me."
He tilted his head, exposing the scar that ran along his hairline. "See this? If I hadn't saved your life, you'd be dead."
The birthday party dissolved after that.
Tony drove Faith and Rufus straight back to our house.
He fished out his key, unlocked the front door, and waved at the movers waiting on the curb.
"Bring everything inside."
I stood in the foyer and watched the workers file past me carrying small suitcases.
Tony pointed toward the room at the end of the second-floor hallway.
"Clear that room out. It's Rufus's now."