The anger rose fast.
Hot. Wild.
“You lied to me my entire life.”
“Yes.”
“And now her daughter is here?”
“Yes.”
“And my children are involved?”
His silence was answer enough.
I stepped back.
“Evelyn,” he said.
“No.” My voice shook. “No, you do not get to say my name like that. Not tonight.”
“I know.”
“What else?”
He looked at me carefully.
“What else did you bury with my brother?”
My father’s expression changed.
It was slight.
But I saw it.
A door closing.
I laughed once. “There it is.”
“Evelyn—”
“No more secrets, you promised.”
He looked toward the portrait.
Then toward the fire.
“When Nathaniel’s body was found, there was an object with him. A small drive. Hidden in the lining of his jacket.”
“A drive?”
“Yes.”
“What was on it?”
“Records. Names. Accounts. Evidence from Black Harbor. Enough to destroy several people who are still alive and powerful.”
