Randall’s hands were so wrapped so tightly around the steering wheel, Joanna could see the knuckles standing out white against his tanned skin. There were so many things she wanted to say to him and wasn’t sure she should.
Of course, she understood his anger. She would have been blazingly, furiously outraged to learn that she had a sibling who’d been kept from her. One could possibly argue that Greta hadn’t even known Randall had been born until he finally crossed her radar, but even so, there was no reason for her not to tell him that Elaine was his twin sister.
Unless Elaine herself didn’t know who her own mother was, and Greta wanted to make sure that little secret remained buried for all time. Joanna had to admit that was the most likely possibility; for whatever reason, she’d probab
