Chapter Thirty-two

Emma

The screen door opened and Kyle appeared.

He’d changed his clothes from earlier, now wearing a blue suit, crisp striped shirt, and a silver tie. “We’re going out.”

Jezebel lifted her chin. “Stay safe. I assume this has to do with business.”

“Yes, we’ve received word about something.” His gaze came to me.

“Something to do with Rett?” I asked.

Kyle shook his head. “Not exactly.” He looked back at Jezebel. “I also promised Emily some fun. Killing two birds.”

The shake of our mother’s head was almost imperceptible, but I saw it. “The time is near, Kyle. Don’t let down your guard.”

His blue stare came to me before turning to Jezebel. His fingers balled to fists at his side. “I don’t understand how you two are just sitting here.”

Our mother looked up. “What is troubling you?”

“Her.” He pointed at me. “She didn’t take the sleeping pills. She married him. She doesn’t understand any of what’s happening and you’re...fucking socializing.”