Chapter Forty-seven

Cecilia

Before Father could respond, the door opened. Our conversation ceased as we both turned, seeing Mother entering the office. “Barron, I heard you were home.”

What the hell?

She didn’t know?

When did he arrive?

Without looking my direction, Mother went dutifully to Father and offered him a chaste kiss on his cheek. In a light blue dress and matching heels, she was dressed as if she had been out of the house for breakfast or perhaps she was leaving for brunch with her friends.

It must be nice.

When she turned my direction, she appeared surprised to see me.

“Cecilia, you’re looking well.”

“Did you not know I was here?”

She smiled placatingly. “I’m pleased you look so well. See how important it is to eat? The color is back in your cheeks. And your clothes are...appropriate. I meant to have someone get the rest of your things from your apartment.” She turned to Father. “Should they be brought here or packed?”

“Here,” I volunteered.