“You have a driver.”
Margaret’s mouth tightened.
“Ethan.”
“Who was the man in the photographs?”
Silence.
“Hannah’s supposed affair.”
“I refuse to revisit this.”
“Who was he?”
“I don’t remember.”
“You never met him?”
“No.”
“Richard did.”
Margaret said nothing.
Ethan stepped closer.
“Daniel Cross told me to ask Richard.”
For the first time, real fear entered his mother’s face.
It lasted less than a second.
But he saw it.
“You contacted Cross?”
“Yes.”
“That was unnecessary.”
“Was it?”
“Come home. We’ll discuss this privately.”
“We’re discussing it now.”
Margaret looked toward the NICU nurses.
“Not here.”
“Then answer one question.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“What?”
“Did Hannah betray me?”
Margaret stared at her son.
Five years of deception stood between them.
Then she said quietly, “What difference does it make now?”
Ethan’s heart seemed to stop.
“That isn’t an answer.”
“It’s the only one you need.”
