Chapter Twelve
“I feel absolutely ridiculous,” Suzanne said as she rang the doorbell of the two-story house, holding a tray of shortbread cookies that her mom and the other girls had helped her bake. The tray was decorated for Christmas, flashy.
She took in her dad beside her, then glanced back to see Harold and Marcus waiting in the driveway. For a reason she couldn’t make sense of, she couldn’t shake the nerves that she never allowed herself to have. Then the door opened, and she was looking in the face of a woman she was having a hard time thinking of in a civil way.
They stared at each other with what she thought was the same loathing.
Then she felt Owen nudge her from where he flanked her other side. She forced herself to look up at her big brother, who had always been there for h
