“You can’t talk to her like that.”

Victor pointed at him. “I’m your father.”

“And she’s my mother.”

That was when a chair scraped against the floor.

—

Mrs. Alden stood.

The entire room changed with her. She was thin as paper, one hand wrapped around her cane, but every person at that table fell silent.

Henry moved toward her. “Gigi…”

“I’m all right, dear.continue reading …