“I don’t trust anyone when it comes to Ivy’s safety. She got into that accident while she was here in Tempérane alone. Why would I trust anything to be different this time?”
“Tony—”
I get up. “Mother came to see us in L.A. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Ivy alive. It was like she already knew.”
“Maybe Harry told her.”
I shake my head, frustrated at his faith. Who would want to believe their mother was capable of what I think Mother might’ve done? Not even I, with all the bittersweet history between us, want to believe it.
I wish I could fling the recording in Edgar’s face, but I can’t. He’s too honorable, too straightforward to sit on it. He might confront her immediately, and I don’t want that. I want to surprise her with it, catch her off guard, and see how she reacts.
And this evening will be the perfect time. The Blackwood mansion is her turf, the dinner her affair. She’ll be in charge, never expecting anyone to challenge her.
And the entire family is going to be there. She’ll be forced to address what Caleb said, rather than brush it off or make a show of kicking me and Ivy out in blustery anger.
I clench my hands, dread and anticipation roiling through me like a low rumbling before a thunderstorm. Regardless of what happens later today, my family’s going to be altered again…irrevocably, irreparably. And I will be the cause. Again.