“Are you with him?”
Brandon looked at me.
Neither of us spoke.
Amber laughed softly. “Of course you are. Poor Brandon. Running to Daddy after playing rich man for five years.”
“What do you want?” Brandon asked.
“I want what I’m owed.”
“You stole from me.”
“I protected myself.”
“You talked to Halden.”
“I talked to everyone.”
A chill moved through me.
Everyone.
Amber continued. “Franklin, since I know you’re listening, you should check your email.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
One new message.
From an address I did not recognize.
Subject line: Elaine Reeves Trust Documents.
My hand stopped halfway into my coat.
Amber’s voice softened, almost sweet.
“You really should have told Brandon what his mother left him.”
The world narrowed.
The gate.
My son’s white face.
The dead rosemary scent in the cold air.
Elaine’s name on a stranger’s email.
