"Who is she?"
Naomi's voice cut across the study before Vivian could compose her face back into something unreadable.
Vivian's phone was already sliding back into her pocket. "No one who concerns you."
"You went white reading a text message standing next to a cabinet full of secrets that just destroyed both our families," Naomi said. "That concerns me."
Julian stepped closer to his mother, and for once he didn't look like a man holding three moves of a plan in reserve. He looked like a boy waiting to find out how much worse the night could get.
"Who," he said again, quieter than before.
Vivian's hands stayed folded in front of her, still, deliberate, but her voice had lost its usual polish. It came out clipped, syllables landing too fast, like she was trying to get the words out befo
