Chapter 38
The church fell silent.
Not ordinary silence.
The kind of silence that followed a catastrophe.
Evelyn stared at the letter in her trembling hands.
Again.
And again.
And again.
As if reading the words enough times would somehow change them.
But they didn't.
The name remained exactly where it had been.
Written in her mother's unmistakable handwriting.
Jonathan Carter.
Her father.
The man she'd spent years mourning.
The man she'd spent years defending.
The man she'd recently discovered was still alive.
The room seemed to tilt.
No.
It wasn't possible.
It couldn't be.
Evelyn's breathing became shallow.
Uneven.
Her pulse thundered in her ears.
Across from her, Victor Kane looked genuinely stunned.
Not surprised.
Stunned.
Which somehow made everything worse.
