Her mother froze at the sound of the voice, then slowly turned around. Lizzie did the same.
A trio of men stood behind them. Two younger men stood on either side of an older man, who looked to be a little older than her mother.
“Michael,” her mother said in a cool voice. “I wish I could say it was nice to see you again, but I’d be lying, and I don’t like to lie.”
The older man who had spoken tried to keep his expression neutral, but Lizzie could see his nostrils flaring and his lips pressed together in a thin line. His gaze drifted to Lizzie, and she could see his upper lip start to curl before he schooled his expression back into one of disinterest.
Her mother stepped forward and glared at him, asking, “What have you done with my husband?”
“Ah, yes,” he said, looking at his fingerna
