was it.
The mysterious calls.
An address.
I almost laughed.
Real life often refused to cooperate with suspense.
During dinner, Selina gave a short speech thanking her partners, employees, and the development program.
Then she looked at our table.
“And my family,” she said.
Rowan lowered his eyes.
“Especially the people who loved me enough to stop helping me in ways that were hurting all of us.”
Several guests laughed, assuming she was joking.
We knew she wasn’t.
Later, as dessert arrived, Dad entered.
I stared.
“You came.”
“Selina invited
