No one spoke.
The lawyer looked down at the document as though he wished he hadn’t been the one chosen to read it.
I stared at him.
“I think you’ve made a mistake.”
“I’m afraid not, Mrs. Kingston.”
He held up the page.
“These are Lord Kingston’s exact instructions.”
My heart pounded.
“I don’t even know who Evelyn Hart is.”
Across the room, Lucien’s grandfather closed his eyes.
“You wouldn’t.”
His voice was heavy with regret.
“She disappeared before you were born.”
I turned to him.
“Then tell me.”
“Who was she?”
The old man looked at Lucien instead.
“I warned you the past would find its way back.”
Lucien’s jaw tightened.
“I didn’t expect it like this.”
I stepped between them.
“No.”
My voice shook.
“No more talking around me.”
“I deserve the truth.”
The old man’s sho
