After Amelia had left angrily, Andrew was furious at his mother, but he held it in until after he and Sophia were back from seeing his father. Lilian sat straight-backed in one of the antique wing chairs, a fashion magazine in her lap and a distant look in her eyes, even as Andrew walked in to have a word with her.
Andrew closed the door behind him with more force than necessary.
Lilian didn’t look up. She could already tell why he was there.
“I’m not in the mood for a lecture, Andrew.”
“Good,” he said, voice low and controlled. “Because I’m not in the mood to give one. I’m here to talk.”
Now she looked up, slowly folding the magazine and setting it aside. Her expression remained perfectly composed. “Then talk.”
He crossed the room with long, determined strides and stopped in front
