I looked down at the roses.
“Because every time I tried to discuss Sabrina, you thought I was criticizing your happiness.”
His shoulders sank.
He didn’t deny it.
“I thought you didn’t like her.”
“I wanted to like her.”
He covered his face.
“I told you to trust her.”
“Yes.”
“I told you she was trying to help.”
“Yes.”
He looked at me.
“And you believed me.”
I felt tears gathering.
“Of course I did. You’re my son.”
Caleb turned away, struggling to breathe evenly.
I wanted to hold him, but something stopped me.
He needed to understand what had happened without my immediately trying to make it less painful.
So I stood beside him in silence.
When his car arrived, he opened the passenger door for me.
Before I could sit down, Diane hurried through the hotel entrance.
“Irene, there’s something else.”
The urgency in her voice made Caleb stop.
Diane lowered her eyes toward her phone.
“We’ve received a copy of a second document.”
“What document?” I asked.
She hesitated.
“An agreement for immediate access to the property, supposedly authorized by you.”
My stomach tightened.
“Access for what?”
