But, maybe it wasn’t too late.
With things taken care of at the office for the moment, I arranged to meet Claire and Victoria at Claire’s house. I found them waiting for me in the living room. Victoria stood up when I came in, seemingly jumpy – maybe feeling as guilty as me – but Claire, heavily pregnant, stayed seated and calm.
“Damien is in bad shape,” I said, getting straight to the point. “We need to come clean about what we’ve done.”
“Absolutely not,” Claire said at once. “It wouldn’t help anyway. Amelia is dead, and having us suffer won’t bring her back.”
“It could help us. I feel so terrible, Claire. I’m making myself sick with what we’ve done,” Victoria said. I was pleased she was taking my side, at least. “And maybe it would help my brother, too. If he knew who was really to b
