All my life, I thought I understood what betrayal was.

But now, I wouldn’t even know what to call this—my kind and caring mother had betrayed me.

Why would she do this? What was she trying to achieve? What goal could have justified this?

I wasted no time asking the driver to take me to my father’s home. I needed to see her. I needed to hear all of this from her own mouth.

I wanted her to tell me everything Eve had said was a lie, that she wasn’t a part of the plot from the beginning, and that she never did what I think she did.

Six years...