The answers to those questions evaded Beth like sunshine on a dark night, an impossible, cruel thing to want.
There was just no way to know and no way to find out. It wasn’t as though she could tell Santiago everything and then ask him to pay for the surgery.
Beth nearly scoffed at the very thought. Her chest hurt with it. She could just imagine it.
‘So, remember the person who broke into your house and brought back your son? Yeah, that was me. I also kissed you, but we can pretend that never happened. And oh, before I forget, my friend was the one who stole the drive from your laptop, but we are really sorry and were hoping you could pay for Seren’s heart surgery.’
Beth could imagine she wouldn’t get past the first sentence before the police would be called, and she would be thrown i
