She’d worked Ethan by playing the sweet, injured victim.

I picked up the waterproof sleeve.

She thought I was sitting in this farmhouse weeping over what had happened between me and my son.

I unlocked my phone and opened the recording app.

I would not be sitting at home this Saturday.

I would not let Patricia Mitchell sip expensive champagne on a rented lawn and toast to stealing the Carter family’s fortune.

I would not let George Mitchell check his gold watch and play the part of a successful patriarch.