She reached into her coat and removed a photograph.
Two young women standing beside Lake Cardinal.
My grandmother.
And another woman who looked astonishingly similar.
Phoebe finally found her voice.
“Sloan… this is Rebecca March.”
Cordelia whispered, “You’re dead.”
Rebecca looked at her.
“You tried.”
Flynn sat heavily in one of the garden chairs.
The nightmare had shifted again.
Rebecca faced me.
“Your grandmother had a younger half sister.”
My mind raced.
“No one ever told me.”
“Very few people knew.
Our father had an affair.
Eleanor found me when I was twenty.”
“You knew my grandmother?”
“I loved her.”
Rebecca’s voice cracked.
“She was the first family member who wanted me.”
Cordelia began moving backward.
Rebecca noticed.
“Don’t.”
Cordelia stopped.
“What happened?”
I asked.
Rebecca looked toward the lake.
“Your grandmother discovered Malcolm and Cordelia were stealing investor funds.
She copied records.
She confronted Cordelia.”
My skin went cold.
