Cecilia

Before Father could respond, the door opened. Our conversation ceased as we both turned, seeing Mother entering the office. “Barron, I heard you were home.”

What the hell?

She didn’t know?

When did he arrive?

Without looking my direction, Mother went dutifully to Father and offered him a chaste kiss on his cheek. In a light blue dress and matching heels, she was dressed as if she had been out of the house for breakfast or perhaps she was ...