Do you believe Naomi murdered Alec Bradley?”

One answer in particular.” She tightened her fingers on his. “What is the purpose of this? What do you hope to gain?” “Kelsey.” He reached out and gripped her hand. I detested the idea of hiring a detective, but the documentation was needed. Her attorneys must have advised her to behave discreetly, so she did precisely the opposite. And the way she lived during those months after the separation seemed deliberately designed to challenge me. “I didn’t want to give you up, to become a weekend father who would eventually be replaced by the next man in Naomi’s life. He looked up at her, at the woman, and remembered the child. Part of it was selfishness, yes, I can’t deny it.” It wasn’t an easy decision, but it was one I believed in. “She was violently opposed to Naomi having primary custody of you. “Your grandmother and I discussed it at great length,” Philip continued. Had he been wrong? How many times had he asked himself that one question, even after everything that had happened had borne him out? I didn’t believe growing up in the atmosphere your mother thrived in was right for you. Selfishly perhaps, not altogether reasonably. If you were willing to fight her for the child, to go to court, to hire lawyers and detectives, there had to be a reason. But you knew the woman you married, you had feelings for her. “I’m not asking you to explain all of that.

She moved over to his side, hating to hurt, needing the truth. Somewhere along the line things went wrong between you.” Despite some family disapproval on your side, you married her. Suddenly weary, he sat, rubbing his fingers over his forehead. Sense of responsibility? Yes, I do,” she said when he shook his head.

True betrayals