“I know.”
But Harold wasn’t finished.
“He doesn’t know,” Celeste said quietly. “You never told him, did you, Mother? You intercepted the letter.” Incesto Mother and Daughter veronica 18 1717856...
Celeste had run to London at eighteen, changed her surname, built a catering business from scratch. She hadn’t cried at Arthur’s funeral. She’d stood at the grave with a dry-eyed smile that her mother, Vivien, called “a betrayal of grief.” But Celeste remembered the real betrayal: the summer she’d come home from university to find her father had rewritten his will, cutting out their middle brother, Sam, “for moral turpitude.” “I know