(Samuel's POV)
The bourbon tastes like ash, but I pour another glass anyway.
The house feels enormous and empty. Caroline took most of Charlie's things when she moved out—the toys, the books, the special blankets and weighted vests and all the autism paraphernalia I never bothered to understand. The rooms echo now, hollow and cold.
I should be at the office, doing damage control, meeting with the board, salvaging what's left of my reputation.
It's been three weeks since the custody hearing, and the reporters still won't leave me alone.
But I don't even have the option to do that now.
Because my father called this morning.
"The board has voted. You're out, Samuel. Effective immediately."
Short, brutal, to the point, and just like that, I'm out. Out of my own family's company. The bu
