Benjamin's POVMy mother's house looked the same as it always did. Perfect gardens, perfect paint, perfect everything. The Harrison family specialized in perfect appearances.Too bad we were rotten underneath.Evelyn sat beside me in the car, nervous. "Are you sure about this?""No. But it is worth trying."We walked to the front door together. Before I could knock, it opened.Grace stood there, dressed impeccably as always, but her eyes were red. She had been crying."Benjamin. Evelyn. Come in."The house was quiet. No sign of Sylvia or anyone else.Grace led us to the sitting room and poured tea with shaking hands. "I am sorry for the dramatics. This week has been...""Difficult," I finished."That is putting it mildly." She handed Evelyn a cup. "I owe you an enormous apology, my dear.""Mrs. Harrison, you do not...""Yes, I do. I treated you abominably from the day Richard brought you home. I made assumptions about your character, your intentions, your worth. I was wrong about all
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