Chapter 11: Debauchery in the Garage
(Olivia's POV)
The remaining pieces slipped from my numb fingers.
Clara had a daughter.
"When I was packing Clara's belongings," Rhonda explained softly, "I found a photo album filled with a little girl's growth pictures. She has short hair and bears a striking resemblance to Leo at first glance."
My heart hammered against my ribs. "Can you bring me that album?"
"What are you looking for?" Theodore's voice cut through the silence from the doorway.
Under the warm yellow light, his silk home clothes softened his normally stern features. I noticed he'd discarded the suit he'd worn to The Onyx Lounge - probably reeking of Clara's scent.
"It's nothing," I replied coldly, moving toward the door.
"Is it this photo album?" Theodore produced a
