Jory.
The name left Reese’s mouth and changed Tate’s face.
He did not step toward her.
That hurt more than anger would have.
Marlow’s voice came from the table.
“How the hell do you know that?”
Reese kept her eyes on Tate.
“Harlan is my father.”
The sentence felt useless now that Harlan had already detonated the truth for her.
Tate’s jaw tightened.
“I know that part.”
“I knew about Jory too.”
Silence pressed in from every side.
Reese forced herself not to look away.
“I knew Harlan ordered the move that killed him.”
Marlow came off the table so fast the chair behind him scraped backward.
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
Reese let the silence stretch.
“You sat here. You ate with us.”
“Yes.”
Reese did not interrupt.
“You let him take you to Jory’s memorial.”
Reese flinched.
“Yes.”
