“How is it different, Gretchen?

Say the exact reason out loud so your son can hear what’s in your heart,” I demanded, leaning closer.

“Because Mason and Hailey are Peter’s real children, Claire!” Gretchen blurted, her loud voice ringing through the open kitchen.

A heavy, smothering silence fell over the room, so thick and poisonous that the soft hum of the refrigerator sounded like a roaring engine.

Gretchen froze at once, her eyes going wide as she realized she had finally ripped off her polite mask and exposed the monstrous truth beneath it.