“I can’t control who sends us flowers, Griffin.” “I know, but I gotta ask. Dad also thinks you still go to Ma Maison. Is that true?” “Are you crazy?” “Well, yes, I think we all are.” “We would never set foot in that place and never will.” I chose to believe him, but the unfounded accusation, the orchid, and the note from Terrail sent my brother and Dominique’s best friend, Melinda, around the bend. They vowed not to let this treason go unanswered.
