I gaped at the headline that Andrew showed to me at dinner the next evening:
ANDREW DUBOIS’S FUTURE SON-IN-LAW TO RUN FOR ALPHA KING
“I didn’t even know that Bob had such ambitions,” was all that I could say.
“It gets worse,” Andrew said as he took his phone back. “The Beaumonts—Lisa’s mother’s family—are backing his campaign.”
I blinked in confusion.
“What…why would they do that? Don’t you have some sort of pact from your marriage to their daughter?”
“That’s what I thought, too,” he said, his tone bitter, “but according to this article, they considered that over when their daughter died.”
His hands curled into fists, and his neck muscles clenched. I reached out and touched his wrist, but he did not relax.
