“Her name is Claire Mason.”
Nathan’s jaw tightened.
Margaret watched him.
“Do you know her?”
“No.”
“Nathan.”
“I said no.”
Margaret reached into the cedar box.
She removed the recorder.
Nathan’s face changed.
“What is that?”
“Your father’s last confession.”
Nathan stepped forward.
Margaret pulled it back.
“Sit down.”
“Mom, you’re confused.”
There it was.
The same word.
The same tactic.
Margaret smiled bitterly.
“Your father used to say that too.”
Nathan looked at Sophie.
“What have you been telling her?”
Sophie said nothing.
Nathan pointed at her.
“You’re an employee.”
“This is none of your business.”
Rebecca stood.
“I’m Margaret Holloway’s attorney.”
Nathan turned.
“Attorney?”
“Yes.”
Rebecca remained calm.
“And I suggest you stop speaking to Ms. Bennett as though she has done something wrong.”
Nathan looked back at his mother.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
Margaret pressed play.
Richard’s voice filled the room.
