Evelyn Blackwood calls the morning before the trial.“I’m coming over. This afternoon. We need to talk.”“About what?”“You’ll see. Just, be home. Both of you.”She hangs up before I can respond.“That sounded ominous,” Lucian says.“Your mother wants to talk. Right before the trial. That’s never good.”“Maybe she’s just checking in. Being supportive.”“Your mother doesn’t just check in. She has agendas.”Three hours later, Evelyn arrives. Designer suit. Perfect hair. Intimidating as always.But her face is softer. Less sharp. Almost, warm?“Thank you for seeing me,” she says. Actually polite.“Of course. What’s going on?”She sits. Carefully. Places her purse aside. Looks at both of us.“I owe you an apology. A real one. Not the half-hearted acknowledgment I gave before. A genuine apology.”I freeze. Evelyn Blackwood apologizing? Actually apologizing?“When you first started seeing Lucian, I was horrible. Dismissive. Cruel. I questioned your motives. Your character. Your worth.” She
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