Chapter 55

• Amber stepped out of the shower and towelled herself dry. A little smile played on her lips as she remembered her conversation with Margaret as they were clearing the plates. Fabian had stepped aside to answer a phone call.
• “When do you plan on telling him?” Amber had asked as she rinsed the plate in the dishwasher. Margaret’s kitchen was a humble one, it had no automatic dishwashers, unlike Fabian’s residence.
• Margaret almost dropped her sponge. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her lips trembled as she answered with a question, “When did you find out?”