POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
The flat was very quiet.
Edinburgh in the pre-dawn held its breath. The bakery below hadn't started yet. No smell of bread. No street noise. Just Yessica, her phone, and Catherine Sterling's voice on the other end.
"I see you're not going to say hello," Catherine said.
"What do you want."
Not a question. A statement. Yessica pressed her back against the wall, hand flat on her stomach.
"Directness. How refreshing." Catherine's voice carried that particular quality of someone accustomed to being the most composed person in any room. "I want to speak with my daughter-in-law."
"I'm not your daughter-in-law."
"You're still married to my son. So yes, Yessica, you are."
The use of her name — unhurried, deliberate — made her skin crawl.
"It's seven in t
