“Maybe she does,” I replied. “And we’ll help her. But something doesn’t make sense.”
“What?”
“Your mother has spent the entire evening defending Tessa. She hasn’t once asked whether the pregnancy claim is true.”
Roy stopped walking.
I continued.
“And the moment we questioned Tessa, your mother started talking about moving in with us. It’s almost as though the accusation itself doesn’t matter to her.”
He frowned.
“You think she’s hiding something?”
“I think we need to ask her one more question.”
I told him to wait by the car and went back inside.
The front door hadn’t latched properly.
I stepped into the hallway quietly, intending to knock on the sitting-room door.
Then I heard Margaret’s voice.
It was no longer weak or tearful.
It was sharp, furious, and completely unfamiliar.
“I told you to stay away until I sorted this out!”
I froze.
Tessa answered from the front room.
