His eyes moved from me to Rose.
Not shock.
Recognition.
That was the first crack in the floor beneath me.
“Well,” Richard said calmly, “this complicates matters.”
Adrian stood. “Get out.”
Richard ignored him. “Clara. You should have called before bringing the child here.”
The child.
I rose slowly, holding Rose close.
“You knew.”
Adrian turned toward his father.
“What does she mean?”
Richard sighed, as if disappointed by our inability to remain civilized. “This is not the place.”
Adrian’s voice sharpened. “What did you know?”
For once, Richard looked at his son as if calculating whether the truth could still be managed.
Then he looked at me.
