Chapter 14
The Hawkins family limousine pulled through the iron gates of their estate at precisely two-thirty in the morning, the tension inside the vehicle thick enough to cut with a knife. No one had spoken during the entire drive home from the senior Hawkins' mansion—a silence so absolute it was almost aggressive in its intensity.
Eleanor sat ramrod straight in her seat, her perfectly applied makeup unable to disguise the fury radiating from every pore. Her fingers drummed an angry rhythm against her clutch purse, the sharp clicks of her manicured nails the only sound besides the gentle purr of the engine.
Garret stared out the window, his jaw clenched so tightly that a muscle jumped in his cheek. His phone had been buzzing constantly with messages from business associates who'd witn
