Chapter 16 — The Family Meeting

The next afternoon, I walked into the Evanston house — Evelyn’s house, my house now, though no one in that room yet knew it — with Arthur Vance a step behind me.

Julian sat at the head of the long dining table like a king holding court.

His uncle Richard and aunt Patricia flanked him; two cousins stood by the bay windows.

No one said hello.

Richard opened the attack.