“I only speculated about the others even if the evidence was pretty clear. But with Trish . . . Sean talked about how you’d pushed him into her arms. How you were happy to be rid of him but refused to give him a divorce without a huge payout.”

“There was nothing left to take at that point.”

Bridget nodded. “I know that now.” She stared out at the kids for a long moment, and without looking at Sarah asked, “Do you know what happened to her after the accident?”

Sarah held her breath. “What do you mean?”

Bridget finally looked at her. “I know she was in the car.”

“And still you blamed me for Sean’s death when you knew he had a mistress and had practically left us?”

“He knew how to shift the blame. I’m ashamed to say, I fell for most of it.”

“And you never said anything to your mom about what you knew about Sean?”

“I didn’t think she’d want to know that her son turned out to be a serial cheater.” Bridget pressed her lips tight again. “And I blamed you. If he wasn’t happy at home, that was your fault.” She held up her hand. “I know. Blame the wife when the husband is the one doing the cheating . . . Not fair. I get it. But he was my brother.”

Sarah sucked in a breath and tried to contain her anger.

Bridget drew back one side of her mouth. “I have a lot of pent-up anger—about Sean, Rob, that my life sucks. I took it mostly out on you because . . .” She threw up her hands and let them fall. “It was easier to be mad at you when it came to Sean.” Bridget eyed her. “And maybe I was a little jealous when you showed up in a new SUV, looking like that . . .” Bridget waved her hand back and forth over the table at her. “Do you have to be so pretty? And nice? And not a bitch? I’m pretty sure Sophia is hoping you’ll adopt her. Seriously, she never shuts up about you.”

Bridget didn’t relax as she continued. She grew tenser and leaned forward. “Anyway . . . what do you know about the baby?”

Sarah’s heart stopped. “What baby?”

Bridget tilted her head. “Come on. You know. You have to know.”

Sarah found it hard to breathe. “I don’t know.” But now she did.

“Trish’s baby,” Luke said, walking up beside them.

Bridget’s gaze fell.

Sarah turned to Luke. “You knew about this and you didn’t say anything?”

Luke held up both hands. “I thought you knew. When you found out I investigated Sean—”

“You what?” Bridget glared at Luke.

“Your mother asked me to investigate Sarah. To get a better understanding, I also looked into Sean’s life.” Luke turned his focus to Sarah. “When we talked about it, I told you I knew about him. You assumed I meant the car accident and the affair with Trish.”