Helen warned her that she might not be there if she waited too long. Her health was bad, and she admitted that she always hoped she’d be long dead before Nama was found. She dreaded facing her daughter when she learned what she had done, and Quinn couldn’t blame her. If Helen wasn’t already dead, she might be after Jules and her husband learned the truth.

Jules’s husband. Quinn’s father. She still couldn’t believe it. A real, live father, her own flesh and blood—something she’d longed for her entire life. They’d barely said anything about him other than the fact that he’d grown into a decent person who had built his own legacy for his children, a legacy that wasn’t dependent on the Rochas’ money.

“What’s their family name?” Quinn asked as they drew near to Maria’s house.

“Monroe,” Carmen said. “Jules and Noah Monroe.”

So her name was Nama Monroe. Or at least it used to be. What a day of discovery. She had a lot of information—and suddenly she had parents, siblings, and a grandmother—but now what was she supposed to do with it all? She simply wanted to get back to her cottage and find some privacy to make a call. There was one person she needed to talk to right away.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

Quinn wasn’t going to find the privacy she needed anytime soon because when they pulled up to Maria’s house, there were at least half a dozen cars parked in the driveway and lining the street in front of the yard.

“Something’s happened,” she said, feeling nervous as she thought of Kupuna. He wasn’t really a frail man, but he was the oldest person in the home. “This isn’t the night for Maria’s dinner.”

“It’s probably about Pali,” Maggie said.

“Do you need me to come in with you?” Carmen asked.

“No,” Quinn and Maggie said at the same time.

“Thank you, but just drop us off right here.” Quinn pointed at the corner. She spotted Liam’s truck and felt a rush of relief that he was there.

Carmen came to a stop.

“Listen,” she said, and Quinn paused, her hand on the door, “I know you say you aren’t ready to meet your parents. But please don’t leave Maui without letting Helen have closure for what she’s done. I can live with it either way, though I wish I could take it back. But that old woman has suffered for nearly three decades over her deed. The Rochas are a huge name in Maui, and when this gets out, she’ll probably do something rash out of shame, but it’s her last wish on this earth to see her sins undone.”

“I still don’t see why you care,” Quinn said. “So much for sworn enemies.”

She opened the door and climbed out.