Instead, the only words I could manage were, “Hello, Evelyn.”
Her hand tightened around the edge of the door.
Julian glanced at her. “Do you want me to call someone?”
“No.”
The answer came quietly.
She looked at me again.
“Why are you here?”
“I found out about the children.”
Her face changed—not surprise, exactly. More like exhaustion.
“I wondered when you would.”
The sentence made my heart stumble.
“You knew I might find out?”
“I knew Marcus Reed was very good at his job.”
I looked toward the car, where Marcus stood beneath an umbrella.
“How long have you known?”
“That he was looking for me? Since yesterday.”
“Then why didn’t you call?”
A faint, bitter smile touched her lips.
“You never called me for three years.”
There was no accusation in her voice. That made it worse.
“I didn’t know about Lily and Samuel.”
“You should have.”
