After the Divorce I Took My Three Girls to California — Then the Housekeeper Walked Into Their Thanksgiving Dinner and Ended Everything

Prewitt,” she said.

“Before you sign anything away, there is a man standing in your foyer who has waited four years to meet his son.”

The room went completely still.

Odette had gone rigid in her chair, the color dropping out of her the way it had earlier on the porch.

“Hattie,” she said, low and shaking.

“Have you lost your mind?

Get out.

Get out of here.”