She felt her heart skip a beat. Was it possible that she still had a chance with a family member? Leaning forward, she asked, “Who?”

He stared at her. “Bishop Hathaway.”

Blaire blinked, the words taking a moment to sink in. “What? Selby’s father?” Her heart sank as another thought occurred to her. “Selby and I are sisters?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Stunned, Blaire sat back in her chair, thoughts racing as she tried to picture Bishop in her mind. She’d only met him a handful of times over the years, but she could still picture the tall athletic man with dark hair and a winning personality.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

Then he told her the rest of it. How Georgina had been the one to kill Lily in what the police thought was a jealous rage. She claimed it had been an accident, but she’d just found out a secret that her best friend and husband had been keeping from her for almost forty years. No way was it an accident. Blaire hoped they would lock her away forever. How ironic. Selby, the woman that she hated most in the world, was related to her. It didn’t matter what the blood said, though. They would never be sisters.

“Does Selby know?”

“Yes, of course. Georgina’s been arrested. It’s all come out now.”

Blaire’s only consolation was that Selby would be even more upset than Blaire to discover they were related. That snob, looking down her nose at Blaire all those years, when they were cut from the same cloth. Well, the scandal would ruin everything for Selby. She and Carter would be knocked down a peg in their social circle. And now she would lose her mother too. It served them right.

Harrison stood. “If there’s nothing else you need to ask, I’ll go now.”

“Wait.”

“What is it?”

She handed him an envelope. “Please give this to Kate. It’s a copy of the letter that Lily sent to me. No matter what you think of me, I loved Lily.”

He nodded and took the envelope from her. Then he turned and walked away.

The next morning, Blaire left for New York.

The first thing she did when she got home was call Daniel again. She had tried him numerous times while still in Baltimore and left messages, but he hadn’t called her back. When she finally reached him a few days later, he sounded weary.

“Blaire. I told you that anything you have to say to me can be told to my attorney.” His tone was exasperated. He hadn’t even asked her how she was.

“Why are you being so cruel? I don’t want to talk to your attorney. Why are you shutting me out like this?”

A loud sigh came over the line. “Kate called me.”

She gripped the phone. “How did she even get your number?”