At 8:17 p.m., my phone began vibrating.
Claire.
I let it ring once, then answered.
Her voice shook. “How could you do this to our family?”
Behind her, I heard shouting, breaking glass, and a man yelling, “Get the investors out!”
“What happened?” I asked.
“Dad just saw the magazine, and Blake’s partners saw it too.” She swallowed hard. “They finally know who you are now, Evelyn.”
I looked through the window toward the rain shining on the lawn.
“No, Claire,” I said quietly. “They know who you are.”
PART 2
Claire started crying, but not from guilt.
“You need to call them,” she said. “Tell them Dad had permission.”