“Is this why you really wanted me gone? Away, so I can’t see what’s happening?” Kennedy shook her hand and whatever she held in it. “I begged to come home but instead, I got shipped off so you can sleep around—”

“Hey!” What the hell? “Be very careful of what you say next. I know you’re grieving over your father, but I am your mother. You will not disrespect me.”

“Explain this.” Kennedy made the demand then held out a crumpled envelope. She’d obviously opened it and held it and spent time studying it.

“What is it?” Gabby took out the wrinkled piece of paper inside.

“It was delivered to my room. Where everyone could see.” Kennedy choked on a sob. “How could you?”

Gabby glanced down at the blur of words. They moved and danced because her hands shook. A second later the horrible sentences came into focus.

Baines Fielding is not your father. Ask your mother how she really feels about Uncle Liam.

The blood left Gabby’s head. Secrets littered their family’s history, but this one threatened to drain the life out of all of them.

She reached out to Kennedy, needing the small connection between them. “Honey, listen—”

“No.” Kennedy pulled back before Gabby could comfort her. “Tell me the truth. No lectures or lies. Tell me.”

“This is . . .” Gabby stared at the typewritten words again. What the hell did she say now, after spending a lifetime running from this conversation? She needed to avoid this fallout just a bit longer, but—

“Gabby?”

No, no, no. Not now. He couldn’t be here.

Kennedy nodded, looking determined and superior, as if she’d won some silent battle by dragging Liam into this without warning. “I texted him and asked him to come over. He deserves to know . . . unless you guys have been in on this, fooling around, for years.”

“Hey.” Liam stopped beside Kennedy. “What are you doing here? What’s going on?”

Kennedy’s chin lifted. “Ask Mom.”

Them. Together. Demanding answers. Gabby could barely give them eye contact.

This was her nightmare.

Chapter Twenty-Five
Jessa

Jessa was still reeling a half hour later, when she walked out the front gate at Retta’s house. The conversation was . . . What the hell was that?

She wanted to run the comments by Faith, but could she? Retta drove home the point about the group being confidential and the topics they discussed being off-limits outside of the room. But the odd talk wasn’t with the group, so Jessa wasn’t clear on the rules. She just needed to go somewhere and think.

She took out her phone to call for a car service to get home and ran right into some guy. Smacked her arm right into his shoulder. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine.”