Chapter Forty

“That’s impossible!” Derek exclaimed for the hundredth time since they’d left the resort mall where he’d come face-to-face with the woman who claimed to be his dead mother.

They were back in their suite after Derek bolted away from the mall like an escaping fugitive, with Rachel and the bodyguards chasing after him. It was as if he had seen a ghost and he had been badly shaken ever since.

“There has to be a logical explanation for what just happened,” said Rachel. “How is it possible that she has been alive for nearly nine years and nobody found out about it. Has she been in Bermuda the whole time or does she come here from time to time to commemorate her death?”

“How would I know?” Derek snapped. “I’m just as confused as you are. This is insane! My mother is supposed to be dead, not alive, and walking around in Bermuda looking like Ariel the little mermaid!”

“I agree. She does look hot for a dead woman,” Rachel joked, trying to ease the tension in the air.

Derek chuckled. “Sounds lik