pain.
“Rafe.” A deep well of sorrow and compassion opened in the depths of her.
“Even after my father killed himself, you were going to say.” His lips curved, but it was no smile he gave her. “However, this was when all hope of going to medical school ended, of course.”
“You still had the opportunity—”
“No, I did not.” One of his hands lifted in rejection before slashing down, as if trying to cut off the past. “There were far too many things that had to be done and not enough money to fix everything.”
“There was money for you to go to school, though.” Her throat tightened around each word until her voice cracked at the end.
He appeared startled for a moment, even shaken. A dark frown furrowed his brow. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
Had she been fooled by Haimon? But no, she’d made sure. Absolutely sure. She’d even forced her stepfather to show her the wire, show her the bank account with her love’s name on it, show her when the money had been withdrawn by Rafe.
“You had money.” She had to know. Had to understand.
He stared at her hard for a moment, before leaning back, his eyes blank once more. “Whatever money that was left after my father died, I used to strengthen the family finances.”
“I don’t understand—”
“Don’t understand what?” His long fingers splayed on his thighs, white and tense. “You don’t understand your father left us broke after he killed my father?”
The accusation knifed into her, cutting through her determination to find out what had happened. “Are you talking about Haimon?”
He laughed. His ugly laugh. “Who else?”
The memories of years ago swept into her mind. The sudden announcement of Loukas Vounó’s surprising suicide. The meeting with Haimon. Her decision, her wretched decision. And her last confrontation with Rafe. “Haimon had something to do with your father’s death?”
A rough sound of male rage filled the air around them. “Don’t play the innocent, Tamsin. Don’t even try.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She stared at him, willing him to believe.
His black gaze was as dark and empty as a wasteland. “You have no idea your father—”
“He’s not my—”
“—stole my father’s most important patent.”
“No, I can’t believe—”
“Driving my father to his suicide.”
Horror filled her stomach. She knew Haimon played his tricks. This, though? This was far past anything she could imagine. “You have to be wrong.”
“I’m not wrong.” He lounged in his chair, yet his face was white and his eyes blazed with conviction. “Just as I’m not wrong about the boys, I’m not wrong about this.”
The clear certainty of his words shook the horror in her stomach until it seeped into every inch of her body. “I’m sure there must be some mistake.”
“There was one mistake made.” His casual pose held, but she wasn’t fooled. The tight line of his jaw told her; he was livid with remembered rage. “My father trusting yours was a mistake.”
She glanced at her hands again, no longer willing to face his wrath. Because something deep inside told her, it was true. Everything he said. “I can’t believe—”
“Believe.” The one word was pitched low. Still, it hit her hard. “Believe me when I tell you there was no way I could go to medical school after what your father did to my family.”
Medical school. Her mind whipped back to how this conversation had started. She’d asked one simple question and opened a Pandora’s box filled with unbelievable evil. How she wished she hadn’t even opened her mouth.
“Don’t you understand my family almost lost their home?”
“What?” Her head came up in a sharp snap. She hadn’t realized. Hadn’t understood the situation had been so bad. “I didn’t know—”
“You didn’t know? Didn’t know your stepfather stole my father’s prized patent and then threatened him? Didn’t know my father took
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