Silence followed Benita’s words like a held breath.Cillian’s fork hovered in midair, his gaze sliding to her. “When did she tell you this?”“This afternoon,” Benita said. “She’s scared. I’ve never seen her like that.”Shanon looked between them, smirking faintly. “The Bellingtons finally have a crack in their perfect picture. What a shock.”Kent’s knife scraped against his plate. “Watch your mouth.”Shanon raised both hands in mock surrender, but the glint in his eyes didn’t soften.Cillian spoke over them. “Benita, did she give you anything to stir her suspicion? Anything tangible? Calls, photos, receipts—anything?”“Not yet,” she admitted. “Which is why I thought… I could find them myself.”Every head at the table turned toward her.“That’s low,” Shanon finally spoke, “Even for you.”“My mother wants to know.” Benita replied, “And honestly, I need to know too. I need to know if love truly doesn’t exist anymore.”Cillian’s gaze hardened, not because of anything but because he realiz
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