—Emma —susurró.
Blake estaba a mi lado, rígido como la piedra.
Julian permaneció cerca de la puerta.
None of us trusted the others enough to relax.
Adrian attempted to sit up but couldn’t manage it.
“I wondered if you would ever find me,” he said.
Lo miré.
“You helped them.”
He closed his eyes.
– Sí.
The answer was so simple and so devastating that I nearly stepped backward.
Blake’s voice turned icy.
“What did my mother do?”
Adrian looked at him with something resembling pity.
“Vanessa Harrington did what powerful people always do. She found a weakness and called it destiny.”
“Explain,” Blake demanded.
Adrian’s breathing was shallow.
“Your mother knew you and Emma were struggling to conceive. Martin brought me in, promising discretion. At first, I believed I was helping.”
“You read my private results,” I said.
His face crumpled.
– Sí.
“You gave them to Vanessa.”
