The phone jolted me awake, its sharp ring slicing through my dreams. 3:47 AM. Only one person would call at this hour.

"Tell me Elizabeth hasn't done anything stupid," I said, my voice still rough with sleep.

"Worse." Samantha's voice crackled through the line. "She's telling everyone. The whole Walton circle knows about the twins."

My stomach clenched. I sat up, sheets pooling around my waist, suddenly wide awake. "How bad?"

"She cornered Nelson at their country club. Made quite the scene. 'Our grandsons, Nelson. Michael's blood. Eight years she kept them from us.'" Samantha's impression of Elizabeth's clipped tone was eerily accurate. "Half of New Jersey's elite watched the...