Monday. Grimaldi Place, Chevy Chase, MD.
YVONNE STARED OUT OF the limo at the old family home her mother had inherited. The place was like a museum. Or a tomb.
God, why were they coming here?
She knew why.
The historic home in Chevy Chase put them within driving distance of contacts in Washington that might help Douglas' problems go away. Mom was also doing her best to transition both Dad and Douglas to living there full-time from their residence in New York.
What Yvonne really wanted to do was board a plane and head west. To her real home. Her little condo might not be much, and she didn't spend the time there that she'd like, but it was hers. Away from family where she could breathe. There wouldn't be nosey knocks and well meaning questions if she were there.
She'd been sick once d
