Chapter Eleven
He knew Iris was angry—no, furious, as she sat out back. That she’d gone out of her way all day to avoid him in a house far too small for them to avoid each other was a feat that had not gone unnoticed. Also out back was Brady, sitting in a lawn chair, sulking, with Alison across from him, as well as little Eva, Charlotte, Jenny, and Tessa.
Raymond was standing in the living room in a circle with his grown sons, Owen, Ryan, and Marcus, with Luke lingering in the background, everyone staring at him. This was where he needed to come clean, except he was still missing Karen and Suzanne and their respective partners, whom he wanted to look in the eye, face to face, to be sure they were who he’d seen on paper.
“How is this okay?” Ryan finally said. “I don’t even know where to
