Chapter 2 - THE COST OF LOYALTY
Adrian froze, his tailored shoulders suddenly looking too large for his frame. The silence in the dining room was absolute, broken only by the rain lashing against the glass.
I didn’t wait for him to find his voice. I turned my back on the man I had loved for twenty-seven years and walked into the hallway. My hands shook as I pulled my gray wool coat from the closet, but my mind was terrifyingly clear.
“Claire, stop!” Adrian’s footsteps echoed heavily on the hardwood. He caught my arm, his fingers digging into my sleeve. “Don’t walk out that door. You don’t understand what’s happening.”
“I understand perfectly,” I said, yanking my arm free.
Vanessa stepped into the hallway, her red dress bright against the shadows. “Adrian, let her throw her tantrum. If she wants to walk out into the storm, let her.”
But Adrian wasn’t looking at her. He was staring at me, his dark eyes wide with a panic I had never seen before. “What exactly did my mother say?”
I buttoned my coat, my fingers remarkably steady. “She said you brought her a stack of papers last Sunday. You told her they were tax documents for the new restaurant.”
Adrian flinched.
“But your mother’s eyesight isn’t as bad as you think it is, Adrian,” I continued, keeping my voice low. “She saw the header on the second page. It wasn’t a tax form. It was a transfer of guardianship.”
Vanessa frowned, her perfect confidence faltering. “Guardianship? For who?”
I kept my eyes locked on my husband. “For Leo.”
Leo. The eight-year-old boy we had taken in three years ago after my sister passed away. The boy who called me Mom and called Adrian Papa. The boy who was currently asleep at Rosa’s house because Adrian had insisted we needed a “private, romantic evening” for my birthday.
“You were going to send him away,” I whispered, the heartbreak finally cracking my voice. “You asked your mother to forge my signature to sign Leo over to a state boarding facility in upstate New York.”
Adrian ran a hand over his face. “Claire, it’s not what it sounds like. It’s for his own protection.”
“Protection from what?” I demanded.
Vanessa stepped forward, her voice suddenly sharp. “Adrian. You told me the kid was already handled. You said he was going back to his biological father’s family.”
I looked at Vanessa. She didn’t know. He had lied to his mistress just as easily as he had lied to his wife.
“He doesn’t have a biological family left, Vanessa,” I said softly. “Adrian just wanted him gone so he wouldn’t be an inconvenience to your new life here.”
Adrian stepped between us. “That’s enough, Claire. Both of you, just listen to me.”
But I was already reaching for the brass doorknob.
“I’m going to Rosa’s,” I said. “I’m getting my son. And if you ever try to come near him again, I won’t just leave, Adrian. I’ll go to the federal prosecutor. I know exactly where you keep the ledgers.”
I opened the door to the freezing rain.
“Claire!” Adrian shouted, desperate now. “You can’t go to my mother’s house! They’re already there!”
I stopped on the threshold. The cold wind bit through my coat. “Who is already there?”
Adrian looked at Vanessa, then back to me, his face pale. But it was Vanessa who answered, her voice dropping to a terrified whisper as she looked at my husband.
“You didn’t give my father the ledgers, did you, Adrian?”
Before he could answer, my cell phone rang in my coat pocket. The caller ID flashed brightly in the dark doorway: Rosa Moretti.
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I answered it, putting it to my ear. “Rosa?”
“Claire,” a deep, unfamiliar man’s voice rasped on the other end of the line. “Your mother-in-law is indisposed. But she left a beautiful silver rosary on the table. If you want to see her or the boy alive, bring the real ledgers to the shipyard in one hour.”
