TWO DAYS LATER

Delilah meant it when she said she would expose Yulia in front of her son. She didn’t care if the truth would break him, he deserved to know.

She stood at the airport, her suitcase beside her, waiting patiently. The moment Franklin’s car pulled up, he waved at her through the windshield. Delilah’s lips curved into a smile as he parked and hurried out to help with her bag. He carried it into the trunk, and she slid into the front seat beside him.

“How are you?” she asked softly.

“I’m fine, Mom. Thank you.” Franklin’s fingers found hers, squeezing gently.

Delilah nodded, studying him carefully, and...