The summons came at midnight. A simple text message: Now.
Ian slid out of bed and dressed, dread heavy in his chest as he braced himself. Yet, Ian was ill prepared for the reality of facing Katherine’s wrath. The frosty stare she leveled, informing him in no uncertain terms that his worst fear had come to fruition. She’d found out what they had done. Blind panic overtook, bringing with it the brief but wild instinct to take Adam and run and never stop running.
“What have you done?” Katherine demanded as enraged as he’d ever seen her.
Ian flushed with shame, powerless to speak. The mantra of bitter voices in his brain surged forward, berating him until he was sure he’d go mad under their assault. He was well aware of his screw up, and he couldn’t live with himself as it was. What more di
