Vincent got up and left the study.
Dorothy was lounging on the sofa, watching TV.
Vincent turned his head to look at her, his gaze filled with scrutiny.
Her father's death was caused by his own faulty designs. What did she hope to change by investigating now?
Dorothy glanced back at him. "Finished with work? What do you want for dinner?"
Vincent nodded, his face calm as he sat beside her, pulling her into his arms.
"Let's talk—"
Her phone rang, cutting him off.
Dorothy smiled apologetically and leaned over to pick up her phone. It was from her college friend, Ava.
She smiled as she answered, "Busy girl, what's made you think of me?"
"Dory, what's going on? What's your mom up to? Has she lost her mind?"
"My mom?" Dorothy was puzzled. "What's wrong with her?"
"Haven't you seen th
