CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
ANOTHER REVELATION
I step into the house, and the door barely clicks shut behind me before I freeze.
There, sitting on our couch like he belongs, is Mr. Baldwin.
For a second, my brain doesn’t process what I’m seeing. He’s still in his suit, though the jacket’s draped over the armrest, his sleeves rolled up like he plans to stay a while. His tie is loosened. His presence alone makes the room feel smaller, more suffocating.
He stands the second he sees me, like he’s been rehearsing for this moment.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice sharp and cold.
“I came to speak to your mother,” he says calmly. “She stepped out to get some air.”
Of course she did.
“And you just thought you’d make yourself at home?” I move toward him, jaw clenched. “This is our house.”
