“We have never done this before.”
“This will be a good distraction. I’ll come tomorrow.”
“It’s Killian, isn’t it?”
“No.”
“We are doomed.” She ignored my protest. “But I’ll do it anyway because she’s a bitch.”
That was all I needed to hear.
We ended the call. I tossed away the rest of my cigarette and got back into the car. Putting my wireless earbud in, I pretended to fall asleep.
The driver arrived ten minutes later. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see him pull out his phone, tap at it a few times, then quickly shut them again.
“Yes, ma’am, she’s asleep.”
I heard the sound of the call disconnecting before he pulled the car out of the driveway.
At dinner, the atmosphere was thick with tension. I kept my eyes on my plate, refusing to look up. My father’s body language was un
