How a Secret Real Estate Empire Brought Down a Cruel Family Legacy
“And you, ma’am?”
“I will be there as well,” I said. “You can find him at table twelve.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Ralston. We will handle it quietly.”
I hung up the phone and stood in the quiet kitchen.
The brass clock on the wall ticked toward five o’clock.
I walked upstairs to the girls’ playroom.
Hazel was sitting on the carpet, building a tower of green and blue wooden blocks.
Ruby was next to her, coloring a picture of a horse with a red crayon.
“Mommy has to go out tonight,” I said, kneeling beside them.
Hazel looked up, her dark eyes serious. “Are you going with Daddy?”
“We are going to the same place,” I said. “But I will be coming home alone.”
Ruby stopped coloring and reached out to touch my sleeve. “Will you tuck us in?”
“Maria will tuck you in tonight,” I said, kissing her forehead. “I will see you first thing in the morning. I promise.”
I found Maria in the hallway and handed her the spare key to the back door.