Samuel Roth had never been the sharper blade between himself and his wife.
Where Genevieve calculated ten steps ahead, Samuel preferred directness, a steady hand rather than a clever one. Still, in this particular matter, he stood firmly beside her.
Franklin had always been honest, at least in the areas that mattered to him: business, responsibility, fatherhood. But relationships were another story entirely.
Over the years, he had introduced the idea of women to them without ever introducing the women themselves. One month he was seeing someone seriously.
The next, it had "not worked out." There were breakups, reconciliations that never materialized, and names that faded before faces could form. No dinners. No holidays. No proof.
Until Cassie.
For the first time, Frankl
