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Wearing my Sister's name chapter Nineteen
The SafeSera drove, because she knew the way. Wren had never seen anyone take a corner like that.“There’s a code,” Sera said, her eyes on the black road. “The safe in Father’s study. I always thought it was the sweetest thing about him. It’s the date of our birthday.” Her knuckles whitened on the wheel. “I didn’t know it was the date of your funeral.”In the back seat Marcus checked his phone and said, “Mr. Lockhart is giving his statement to the police now. He asked that you not be interrupted.”“Of course he did,” said Wren.It was ten past three. The Ashworth gates stood open, as they had that morning, which was the second time they had been open when they should have been locked. The house was dark except for one yellow window on the ground floor.“Brandt,” Sera said softly. “He always works late.”They went in through the kitchen, Sera ahead of them with her heels in her hand, past the pantry where Wren had once cried with her hand over her mouth. The housekeeper, in a flannel
Wearing my Sister's name chapter Nineteen
The SafeSera drove, because she knew the way. Wren had never seen anyone take a corner like that.“There’s a code,” Sera said, her eyes on the black road. “The safe in Father’s study. I always thought it was the sweetest thing about him. It’s the date of our birthday.” Her knuckles whitened on the wheel. “I didn’t know it was the date of your funeral.”In the back seat Marcus checked his phone and said, “Mr. Lockhart is giving his statement to the police now. He asked that you not be interrupted.”“Of course he did,” said Wren.It was ten past three. The Ashworth gates stood open, as they had that morning, which was the second time they had been open when they should have been locked. The house was dark except for one yellow window on the ground floor.“Brandt,” Sera said softly. “He always works late.”They went in through the kitchen, Sera ahead of them with her heels in her hand, past the pantry where Wren had once cried with her hand over her mouth. The housekeeper, in a flannel
Wearing my Sister's name chapter 18
EleanorThe waiting room at St. Anne’s smelled of burnt coffee and floor polish, and at one in the morning it held exactly four people who were awake. Wren sat in a plastic chair with her ruined gown tucked under her, a paper cup of vending-machine tea going cold in her hands. Across the room, Charles stood at the window with his back to everyone, still in his evening clothes, talking to nobody. Edna dozed in the corner under Ruth’s coat. And beside Wren, in an emerald dress with mascara tracks down both cheeks, Sera sat very still.“Did you hate me?” she asked at last. “When you found out.”Wren considered lying. She was tired of it. “For about a day,” she said. “And then I walked down the corridor of your house and saw the photographs.”“What about them?”“Every frame was you. Every year.” Wren turned the cup in her hands. “I thought, she’s been looked at her whole life and never once seen.”Sera gave a small, ugly laugh that dissolved halfway through. “Mother had those put up when
Wearing my Sister's name chapter seventeen
My Name Is WrenFor three heartbeats the ballroom did not breathe.Then the first camera flashed, and the room broke open. Chairs scraped. Somebody at the board table said, “I beg your pardon?” in the high, disbelieving voice of a man who has never been interrupted. Charles took a step toward the microphone, and Adrian, still standing at the head table, did not move, because Wren had asked him not to.She leaned toward the microphone and waited. She had learned that from Adrian: if you say nothing long enough, the world comes to you.“I was born at St. Anne’s Hospital twenty-four years ago,” she said, and her voice came back to her from the ceiling, steadier than she felt. “At 3:14 in the morning. I was the second of twin girls, and my mother was very ill, and I was recorded as stillborn. I wasn’t. A woman who loved my mother, and who could not bear to put me down, carried me out of that hospital and gave me to my grandmother.”In the front row, Ruth put a hand over her mouth. Edna di
Wearing my Sister's name chapter sixteen
FridayAdrian did not knock. He came through the front door as if the house were his, and by the time he reached the sunroom Wren had counted six people in the corridor behind him: Marcus, two of his men, and three members of the Ashworth staff who looked as though they would very much like to be somewhere else.“Open it, Charles,” he said, through the glass.Charles did not move. “You are trespassing.”“I am the husband of the woman you are holding in this room, and the holder of every note you owe.” Adrian’s voice was perfectly level. “If that door is not open in thirty seconds, the police will be here in ten, and you will explain a forged signature on a transfer order and a guest who is not permitted to leave. I would suggest you choose.”Charles looked at Mr. Brandt. Mr. Brandt looked at the floor. The housekeeper, with the air of a woman who had finally been given permission to be reasonable, turned the key.Edna stood first, leaning on her cane, and walked out of the sunroom wit
Wearing my Sister's name chapter fifteen
The Guest of the AshworthsWren didn’t scream. She had learned, in the last month, that panic was a luxury and that the people who won were the ones who kept their voices level.“Who signed?” she asked.“A Mr. Brandt. He said you’d changed your mind.” Dana wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Your grandmother went with them. She didn’t look scared, Mrs. Lockhart. She looked angry.”That, at least, sounded like Edna.Wren stepped into the corridor, took out her phone, and typed one message to Adrian, because she had promised. They took Edna. The Ashworth house, I think. Don’t come yet. I need to see her first. Then she turned the phone face down in her pocket and walked out of the hospital to find a taxi.The iron gates were open. That was the first thing she noticed, and it frightened her more than a locked gate would have. The house stood white and quiet in the cold morning, every window lit, and the housekeeper who answered the door took her coat with an expression of perfect
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