CHAPTER SIXTY
KIERAN
I spent the day of the reunion preparing. Not for the party itself, that was Maria's domain. I was preparing for the conversation I should have had with Melinda weeks ago.
The folder sat on my desk, evidence I'd compiled and reviewed a hundred times. Birth certificates. School records. Photos of two girls who looked similar but weren't the same person. A marriage certificate from Vegas showing my cousin married to the woman who was supposed to be my wife.
Every piece of paper proved what I'd known for weeks: Melinda had been lying to me since the moment we met.
I'd given her so many chances. Opportunities to confess, openings to tell the truth, moments where I'd practically begged her to be honest. And every single time she'd chosen the lie. She'd chosen to keep
