Her crying shattered something inside me. I was done holding back. I lifted my head and glared at Monica.
"Monica Mason, everyone here saw what happened. What you just said to us—"
But before I could finish, Monica clutched her chest and collapsed into Thaddeus's arms.
"Thaddeus, my chest hurts so much. Is something wrong with my heart? I'm so scared."
A flicker of hesitation crossed Thaddeus's eyes. Beside him, Lily tugged at his sleeve.
"Mr. Abbott, please check on my mommy. She's about to faint."
Thaddeus pressed his lips into a hard line. He handed Lily off to Nathan, then swept Monica up in his arms and strode toward the door without looking back.
As he passed me and Marilyn, his brow creased with undisguised disgust.
"Go to the restroom and clean yourselves up. Look at the two of you—you're a mess!"
I watched them disappear through the doorway, and a cold so deep it ached settled into the pit of my stomach.
I gathered Marilyn in my arms and hurried to the underground parking garage, ready to drive home. But there, in the dim light, Thaddeus's Maybach sat with its headlights glowing.
The rear passenger door hung open, and a bare, porcelain-pale foot dangled out from inside.