CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN: ESTHER’S CHILD

MAVERICK

I wasn’t planning on returning to this hospital. At least, not yet. But I was at a meeting when I received a text from Megan, informing me that my father was at the hospital harassing Iris.

All that text did was confirm all my suspicions. Quentin was here to finish the job.

Well, not finish it himself, obviously. He didn’t like to get his hands dirty.

I wonder why he would come here to see Rhoda and risk being seen.

It was as if he wasn’t even trying to hide. Like he wasn’t worried that I would connect the dots and pin him as my mother’s killer.

Or maybe he just forgot about it.

Quentin turned to look at me, and I could’ve sworn that he rolled his eyes.

“Ah, son,” he said, recovering his composure. “Always so dramatic.”

My fists were already clenched by my sides, and I had to consciously remind myself not to break his nose right here in the hospital hallway.

“Iris,” I turned to face her. “You wanna give us a minute?”

She opened her mouth, and for a second, I thought she was