His face twisted. “I was angry.”
“You were greedy.”
He flinched.
Calloway sighed. “Domestic disputes bore me.”
My mother turned on him. “You took my son.”
“I preserved him.”
“You enslaved him.”
“I educated him,” Calloway corrected. “Protected him. Gave him a new name. A purpose.”
Nathaniel laughed weakly from the screen. “You locked me in houses and taught me which lies to tell.”
Calloway’s smile disappeared.
My father stepped forward. “Let Evelyn and the baby leave. I’ll get the drive.”
“No,” I said.
Everyone looked at me.
“No one touches that rabbit but me.”
My father’s face tightened. “Evelyn.”
“You hid it with me. You made me part of this when I was four. So now I finish it.”
Calloway studied me.
Then nodded. “Fine. You have three hours.”
“And Samuel comes with me.”
Celeste’s hand moved toward the bassinet. “No.”
I stared at her. “You took him from his crib. You used a newborn as a ransom note. Whatever pain your mother left you, do not pretend this is justice.”
