Catherine
Aria
I read the message three times.
Each time hoping it would change. Each time it didn’t.
The person who has been feeding Marcus Kane information about your household is someone you brought in yourself.
Her name is Catherine Reeves.
I put the phone down on the table very carefully, the way you put something down when your hands aren’t reliable, and looked at the eggs I’d just been eating and felt my stomach turn completely over.
Catherine.
Who had waited twenty-two years to give me my father’s voice.
Who had sat across from me in that restaurant with careful hands and wet eyes and twenty-two years of apparent guilt.
Who I had personally brought into this house. Into Caden’s space, his kitchen, his security. Who had sat with Margaret in the living room last night build
