*Elizabeth's POV*
I woke up this morning with a knot of dread in my stomach that had been there since my conversation with Eleanor. Today. I would tell Helen.
I'd rehearsed it a hundred times in my head during the sleepless hours of the night. Different openings, different approaches, trying to find words that would soften the blow even though I knew nothing could.
*Helen, I need to tell you something about your father.*
*Helen, there's something you need to know about Kelvin.*
*Helen, I haven't been honest with you about our family.*
None of them felt right. All of them felt impossible.
But Eleanor was right. Better now than later. Better before Saturday's dinner with James. Better before things went any further.
I heard Helen moving around upstairs, getting ready for work. My hea
