Author's POV
"This is a disaster."
Gina Wolfe paced the living room of her mansion like a caged lioness. The chandelier above cast long shadows across the room while her daughter-in-law sat on the couch, her legs bouncing in panic.
She had her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her eyes tracking Gina's figure as it moved up and down the room.
"How did Finnegan find out?" Victoria cried.
"How did he know Devin is alive? We were so careful. Everything was supposed to stay buried!"
Gina ignored her, stopped pacing, and sank onto the antique sofa, her mind racing at a thousand miles per hour.
Finnegan had always been the difficult son; he asked too many questions, refused to stay in line, but this? This was something else entirely.
How had he connected the dots so quickly? How had he learned about Devin? Her phone rang, the shrill sound cutting through the silence. She snatched it up, seeing the number from the auction house.
