I sat in the car for a long time, thinking about how I should confront my husband and my sister.
And that was when I realized they had forgotten two very important things.
A strange smile touched my mouth.
“You don’t get a chance to come up with excuses,” I murmured. “You’re going to face the music on my terms, with nowhere to run.”
I drove home at six, exactly on time, as if nothing had happened.
Kate’s Honda was gone.
Robbert was in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water.
He turned and gave me that warm, practiced smile.
“You’re home late, sweetheart. Long day?”
“Long day,” I agreed, hanging up my coat. “But I had an idea on the drive home.”
“Oh?”
“It’s my birthday this weekend. I want to host a dinner here. Family, a couple of close friends.”
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