Chapter Eleven
Brady couldn’t help wondering whether Raymond O’Connell was still watching from afar, considering he’d had his eye on his other children all the years he was away raising Brady. How he’d done it, Brady had never really understood. His dad was still a mystery to him, and he realized he really was a different man than he had once thought.
A family of secrets.
Then there was Cassie. His dad was right about one thing: Cassie was hiding something, even considering how little he knew about her.
“You’ve said very little over there,” Marcus said from behind the wheel of Charlotte’s Subaru, wearing a long-sleeved green shirt, sleeves rolled up, his coat tossed in the back.
Luke was in the back seat, and Brady wondered whether Marcus had missed the fact that Luke hadn’t said one
