Claire froze.
Daniel stared.
“What?”
Russell’s face emptied.
Margaret nodded.
“Not your mother, Claire. Eleanor had another child before she married Russell.”
Claire whispered, “A daughter?”
“She gave the baby up for adoption when she was seventeen.”
Russell
stared at the floor.
“You knew?”
“Not until after the crash.”
Daniel looked sick.
“So Rebecca is our sister?”
“Half-sister,” Margaret said.
Russell sank into a chair.
“No wonder she came to work for me.”
“She came looking for answers.”
“And found what?”
“Enough to hate all of us.”
The generator suddenly kicked in.
Lights returned.
The server rebooted.
The transfer resumed automatically.
19%.
22%.
Then security cameras flickered on.
A car had arrived outside.
Not an ambulance.
A black SUV.
Three people stepped out.
Rebecca was one of them.
The other two wore tactical gear.
Margaret swore.
“She’s not alone.”
Russell looked at me.
“Emily, there is another exit.”
“No.”
“You need to leave.”
