Chapter Thirty-eight

Emma

As the solid doors to the house opened and we all progressed toward Rett’s front office, the soft music and Miss Guidry’s excitement mixed with loud voices coming from down the hall. Rett’s and Ian’s posture changed, our steps staggered, and Miss Guidry reached for my hand.

“Oh no,” she said, “Mrs. Ramses, come with me.”

Judge McBride seemed confused.

“You too, Judge McBride,” Miss Guidry said, trying to lead us back to from where we’d come.

I tried to make sense of what could be happening as the mixture of concern and anger radiated from my husband’s being.

The voices were close, near the grand staircase in the foyer.

It didn’t make any sense.

Who would be in Rett’s home—our home?

Henri, one of Rett’s men, came around the stairs. “Mr. Ramses, I’m sorry. They demanded to wait for you. They have been checked and are free of weapons.”

They?

Weapons?

“Ramses.” The loud call came from beyond our view.