She placed the phone facedown on the desk.
“I need to speak with your father.”
My blood chilled.
“Mara.”
She looked at me then, and behind her controlled expression I saw something I did not like.
Concern.
“Evelyn,” she said, “there may be more happening here than Adrian’s affair.”
My father entered five minutes later.
My mother came with him.
Mara handed him the phone.
He read the message.
Nothing changed in his face.
That was how I knew it was bad.
“What is Black Harbor?” I asked.
My mother looked at my father.
He looked at Mara.
No one looked at me.
I stood slowly, still weak enough that the room swayed. “I just gave birth. My husband forged my signature, stole from me, humiliated me, and tried to take my children’s home. Do not stand in front of me and decide I’m too fragile for the truth.”
