“Apparently, there was one who got away.” Therese, ever the know-it-all, turned her phone and gave me the biggest shit-eating grin. “The Sinister Minister had a son.” My mind went blank as I stared at her screen. There, smiling, laughing, and clutching the necklace with his wedding ring on it, was a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes. He was talking to someone slightly off-screen and then turned to face the camera. Constantine.
