When I first met Luella, her regal, poised composure had reminded me so much of Margot. Of a queen. Ransom might look like Ramsey. But his mother had given him a few features of her own. “You’re his mother,” I whispered. Her eyes lifted to mine, her hands going still. “You’re Evie’s mother.” Luella’s fingers flew away, fear widening her gaze. “He told you.”
GIRL DUHHH
