I didn't know how much time had passed before the butler spoke up. "Mrs. Delgado, we've arrived."
"Iris!"
The moment I stepped off the helicopter, a voice called my name.
I lifted my head slowly. Standing directly ahead was a handsome man in a tailored suit, smiling warmly and waving me over.
"Iris, you must be exhausted."
He closed the distance between us in a few strides and took my hand gently, then frowned.
"Your hands are freezing. Vanessa Lambert, go get Mrs. Delgado's coat."
Once the coat was draped over my shoulders, Everard held my hand again and went on talking, one thing after another.
Just like always. That same warmth. That same doting tone.
"Iris, now that you're home, stop overthinking things."
"Focus on taking care of yourself. The baby..." He paused. "We'll have more. In the future."
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
To anyone watching, he was the picture of a devoted husband, hopelessly in love with his wife.
On the way here, I had planned to confront him. To demand answers.
To look him in the eye and ask why he'd been cruel enough to kill our three children.
To ask why he'd spun lie after lie and kept me blind to all of it.