Gerald’s POV
I looked at Erica standing in the doorway, her face pale and worried.
For a split second, I considered telling her the truth. That I was looking for more evidence. That I knew about Marcus. That I’d known for months.
But I couldn’t. Not yet.
So I did what I’d been doing for a while was now.
I lied.
“My cufflinks,” I said, keeping my voice casual. I gestured to the dresser drawer I’d been searching through. “The silver ones with the blue stones. I could have sworn I put them in here, but I can’t find them anywhere.”
Erica’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “Oh. The ones your father gave you?”
“Yes.” I closed the drawer and moved to another one, continuing my fake search. “I need them for the hospital board meeting next week. You know how superstitious I am about those things
