Lucien POV
We tell her after breakfast.
Not at the table. Privately, the three of us stand in the west corridor outside the office Marcus designated, which is, as Marcus said, badly painted and has good light.
Faye hands her the phone.
Her mother reads the message. She reads it the way she reads everything completely, without rushing, without performing a reaction before she has decided what reaction belongs to it.
She hands the phone back.
She looks at the wall.
“I didn’t know,” she says.
“We know,” Faye says.
“He had another child,” she says. “Constantine. He had another child and he never....."
She stops.
“He came to our house when Faye was seventeen and he sat in that study for two hours and he never once...."
She stops again. Breathes.
"A son."
“That is what the declarat
