Chapter 43. What Mothers Know

Her mother let Diana finish.

That was the first frightening thing.

Diana sat at the kitchen table in her mother’s apartment, turning a teaspoon between her fingers. She had come alone because she wanted the first words to be her own.

When she stopped, the clock above the refrigerator seemed very loud.

“Say it again,” her mother said.

Diana did.

Her mother pushed back her chair. She went to the window, stood there for a moment, then returned to the table.

“Is this something he told you to believe?”

“No. He showed me.”

“And you weren't hurt?”

“No.”

“The people who attacked you—”

“I don't know everything about them. The money and the companies are real. So is what Gabriel is.”

Her mother pressed her lips together.

“I've listened to you tell me about this man for weeks.”

“I know.”

“I sat beside him while you were asleep.”

Diana put down the spoon. “I should have told you