Chapter 5 - THE FABRICATED TRUTH
Eleanor didn't flinch.
She smoothed the lapels of her purple jacket, her fingers brushing over her pearl necklace.
"Julian, thank goodness you're back," Eleanor said smoothly, her voice instantly dropping into an octave of soft, maternal concern.
"Your wife lost her temper again."
"She tripped over Sarah's towels and almost dropped Leo."
"I was merely trying to keep the boy safe while she calmed down."
Sarah, still on her knees picking up the blue towels, gasped softly but kept her head down.
Clara didn't offer a defense.
She simply held Leo closer, her cheek pressed against the top of her son's head.
Leo pulled his face away from Clara’s shoulder.
He looked straight at his father.
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"Grandma hit Mommy with the pillow, Daddy," Leo said, his little voice remarkably clear in the silent house.
"She told Mommy to go away before the new baby comes."
