Victoria Moretti — Do not forward.
Evelyn gripped the back of a chair.
“My mother,” I whispered.
Marcus nodded grimly.
“And Adrian,” Evelyn said, staring at the photograph, “that envelope was sent before the twins were born.”
I looked at her.
“What was inside?”
She shook her head slowly.
“I don’t know.”
Marcus’s phone buzzed again.
He read the new message, and his expression changed.
“What now?” I asked.
He looked from me to Evelyn.
“The envelope was opened tonight.”
“By whom?”
Marcus’s voice lowered.
“Your mother.”
PART 3
The words settled over the kitchen like a sudden drop in temperature.
“Your mother,” Evelyn repeated.
Marcus lowered the phone. “I don’t know why she opened it. I only know the building manager saw her enter the records room about twenty minutes ago. Clara Voss was with her.”
“Where are they now?”
“Clara left. Your mother is still inside the building.”
