Chapter 9: The Envelope

We heard Vivienne Whitlock from the driveway. "—no shame! Do you understand what your daughter has done? Running around behind my son's back, passing off God knows whose child, and you people stand there like—" I walked through my parents' front door with Wren asleep in the car seat and said, "The only one with no shame is your son." The room turned. Vivienne Whitlock, in full navy armour. Her husband Robert behind her. Two cousins hovering like understudies. My father in the middle of...