“Answer me.”
“He helped me with financial matters.”
“What kind of matters?”
“Your father left complications.”
“What complications?”
People passed behind the glass doors, carrying grocery bags and pushing strollers. The ordinary neighborhood scene made their conversation feel even more unreal.
Eleanor looked at her son.
“Thomas made promises he could not keep.”
“To Marisol?”
Her composure cracked.
“You have no idea who that woman is.”
“Then tell me.”
“She wanted money.”
“She says she never asked Maya for money.”
“She is lying.”
“Did you know about the messages?”
Eleanor did not answer.
“Did Jonathan intercept them?”
Still nothing.
David felt something inside him go quiet.
He no longer needed to force a confession.
Her silence was an answer of its own.
“You used Maya’s fear of losing Liam,” he said. “You knew what her mother had done to her.”
“I was trying to keep this family together.”
“By frightening my wife?”
