The video had been shot on a cheap purple kids’ camera — a gift from my late grandfather, Arthur Whitmore. Lily had hidden behind a hallway table at her grandmother’s house and pressed record.
On screen, Vanessa admitted she’d copied my signature. Then a man’s voice joined the argument — a voice I hadn’t heard in eighteen months. Daniel Bennett. My ex-husband. He’d been part of it from the start.
Graham’s champagne glass shattered on the marble floor.
THE MESSAGE ON THE SCREEN
As the room reeled, the ballroom screen flashed a new message — one that wasn’t on Lily’s drive: ASK MARGARET WHO YOU REALLY ARE.