They flew to Boston three days later, Ana left safely in Birdie's care back in Ashford Hollow, and Wren spent the entire flight staring out the window, rehearsing and abandoning a dozen different versions of what she might say to her father, none of them feeling adequate to the enormity of what she now understood about him.
Desmond met them at the airport, his expression carrying the particular gravity of a man who'd spent the intervening days confirming, beyond any reasonable doubt, exactly how deep his own family's culpability actually ran.
"Federal agents executed a warrant on your parents' financial records yesterday," he said, as they drove toward the house where Wren had grown up, a house that suddenly felt, in light of everything she now knew, like it belonged to strangers rather
