I stared at him.
“That never happened.”
“I know that now.”
A strange rushing filled my ears.
For five years, a wall had stood between Blake and me.
Yo creía que Blake lo construyó.
Blake had believed I did.
But what if someone else had been laying bricks in the darkness?
“Why would Martin do that?” I whispered.
Julian’s expression grew grim.
“Because he had a reason to keep you apart.”
Before I could ask what he meant, the doorbell rang.
We both turned toward the entrance.
Nobody came to that house without warning. Not with three children living there and the security system Julian had insisted on installing after the boys were born.
Julian walked over to the monitor beside the door.
The camera showed a man in a dark suit standing on the porch.
Blake.
My breath caught.
Julian narrowed his eyes. “You told him not to come?”
