I married a man forty-one years my senior for his fortune—After his funeral, his lawyer handed me a box and said, “He made sure you received exactly what you deserved.”…

at Claire.

“I knew more than any of you.”

Hayes suddenly raised his weapon.

“Don’t move.”

Margaret didn’t flinch.

“Still afraid of me, Thomas?”

Thomas.

Mr. Hayes.

My alleged father.

His jaw tightened.

“You should have stayed gone.”

“And you should have stayed out of my daughter’s life.”

I looked between them.

“What is happening?”

Margaret’s gaze returned to me.

“I’ll explain everything.”

“You’ve had nine years.”

“Emily—”

“Nine years!”

My scream echoed through the basement.