as much.”
Then he added, quieter, “For what it’s worth, Mrs. Carter… I’m sorry. Not just for how today has unfolded, but for my role in allowing Amber’s misrepresentations to continue. I should have questioned things more thoroughly.”
The apology surprised me with its maturity.
“We all have our blind spots, Blake,” I said. “Especially when it comes to those we love.”
My mother appeared with a tea tray, setting it on the small table between us.
“Evening, Blake,” she greeted him with minimal warmth.
“Interesting day you’ve had, Mrs.
