“I meant what I said to Lily’s psychotic mother,” Victoria offered behind me. “I cannot imagine that trying to tell the police any of this would go particularly well.”

“For what it’s worth,” Campbell told Victoria, “more than one person might be willing to pay you to keep your mouth shut.”

Campbell had a vested interest in the truth about the Lady of the Lake not coming out. Given Sadie-Grace’s relationship with Boone, she did, too. As much as I might want to, I wouldn’t say a word to the authorities without Lily’s blessing—and Lillian’s.

That just left Victoria.

“Generous,” Victoria commented. “But I’ll pass. If the last month has taught me anything, it’s that I don’t need my father’s money—or anyone else’s. I have his brain.”

“But you’ll keep quiet?” Campbell asked. “For Walker.”

I had no idea what, if anything, had passed between Walker and Victoria since Walker and Lily had taken a step back from their relationship.

Oh, God, I thought suddenly. Walker and Lily.

If Lily was Ana’s baby, then her father was Sterling Ames. And if Lily’s father was Sterling Ames, that meant that Campbell was her half-sister.

And Walker was her half-brother.

The light on the front of the boat was bright enough to illuminate Lily, who sat on the bow, her knees pulled to her chest, her arms around her knees. Her back was straight, her chin held at an angle that made her neck look miles long.

Walker stood behind her. “Everything okay?” he called when he saw us.

Not even a little bit.

“We have to tell them,” Campbell said softly beside me. “Don’t we?”

Given the way we’d left things, I didn’t know why Lily had come back. She probably shouldn’t have. And once we tell her the truth . . .

There would be no recovering from that.

The water surrounding the island was too shallow for Walker and Lily to bring the boat any closer, so we had to wade out to board. Lightning struck in the distance. I mentally counted as I stepped into the lake and began making my way through the water.

I made it to five before I heard the thunder.

“Storm missed us,” Walker commented. “It’s headed the other direction now.”

On the front of the boat, Lily was silent. I wondered what she was thinking. I wondered what, if anything, she knew about what her mother had done.

But mostly, I wondered how in the world I could tell her that Walker was her brother. He was the only boy she’d ever dated. The only one she’d ever loved. Even if she wasn’t sure what she wanted now, even though they’d broken up . . .

This will destroy her.