James stepped into the bayou, Chloe’s voice echoing behind him, telling him to keep moving, she’d be around somewhere. Then Caroline appeared, her gaze sharp as she sized him up.
“What do you want?” she snapped, her tone icy.
“Wow, Mom. That’s some greeting for your long-lost son,” James shot back.
She went pale. “What? I don’t even know you.”
“Cut the crap,” he said, tossing a photo at her feet. She picked it up, her hands trembling slightly.
“That was a lifetime ago. So what? What do you want?” she asked, defensive.
“Answers,” James said firmly.
“Fine. I had an affair with your father. You were the result. He took you, and I stayed away. We were both married. Happy?”
“Who’s your husband?” James pressed.
“Does it matter?” she muttered, her voice heavy with regret.
“I’ll tell you
