“I always have. And Henry knows me. I’m more of a mother to him than Grace could ever be. Or Honor. She was never really Henry’s mother anyway. She died before he was even born.” Lauren’s embittered venom took Tom by the throat, but before he could retaliate, my mother interjected. “Don’t you dare speak my daughter’s name,” she hissed. “You could never be a replacement for Honor, no matter how hard you tried. My daughter was loyal. She was brilliant. And she is Henry’s mother. Get out. Get out of this house before I drag you by your neck.”
