Alexa didn’t wait for Catherine’s reply. She strode into the dining room, grabbed Catherine’s phone, and pressed it firmly into her hand. “Call her yourself,” she said, then disappeared back into the kitchen.
Catherine stared down at her phone, her own conflicted reflection faintly visible on the black screen.
After what felt like ages, she inhaled deeply, steeling herself, and made her way onto the balcony. She scrolled for Lorinda’s number and hit call. The line barely rang twice before someone picked up.
“Who is this?” The voice wasn’t Lorinda’s—it was a young boy.
“I’d like to speak to Lorinda,” Catherine said gently.
There was a pause, then the boy’s voice returned—cool and irritated. “I know who you are. You’re my sister’s only friend. But my parents said she shouldn’t see you anymore.”
Catherine was at a loss for words.
“My sister isn’t allowed to talk to you. Don’t call her again,” the boy insisted, then hung up without waiting for a response.
“Wait—” Catherine tried, but the call had already ended, the abrupt click loud in her ear.
She dialed again, but the call refused to go through.
Catherine considered sending Lorinda a message, but what could she even say? Tell her to let it go? To follow Davis and Latonia’s plan and live a quiet life abroad, pretending none of this ever happened? But why should she have to?
Who was supposed to make up for the twenty years Lorinda lost with her family? Who could account for the pain Latonia had carried all these years? Sure, they’d found their way back to each other now—but what if they hadn’t? Who could carry the weight of a lifetime of regret?
Catherine could only hope that, whatever the truth turned out to be, it wouldn’t destroy her and Lorinda’s friendship. But she knew wishing wouldn’t change the facts.
Later that afternoon, Aaron sent word—he’d managed to suppress the news about Geoffrey claiming he’d once lost a daughter. For now, only members of the Lee family who were present knew what had happened at the estate.
That night, Catherine finished her shower and stepped out of the bathroom, only to find Lance sitting at the edge of her bed.

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