The more Billy Lacy and Sydney Katic Lacy listened, the firmer their determination became—like a knot tightening in their chests, choking off any remaining sympathy they might have had for Matthew Powell. Tonight’s humiliation had pushed them to their limit.
And just then, Auntie Lee suddenly let out a delighted shriek.
“Oh! My son-in-law’s here!”
A shiny new BMW 525 glided into the community entrance, its headlights sweeping across the pavement in two arrogant arcs before the car rolled to a stop. The door opened, and a man in a crisp suit stepped out, adjusting his tie like he walked straight out of a corporate commercial.
“Mom,” he called smoothly, “traffic was a little heavy. I hope you didn’t wait too long.”
Auntie Lee instantly switched to a face full of sugary pride. “Not at al
