Chapter 14As soon as Sullivan left for Belle’s, Rafe headed to his mother’s house.
“So it’s true?” he said without waiting for a greeting. He pushed past her in the doorway, marching to the center of the room. “Dad really sent him?”
She looked tired, unsmiling and worn. He imagined Sullivan’s visit, the one he’d finally confessed to when they’d risen for a real breakfast, had been the primary contributing factor. “We have no way of proving that.”
He stared at her, wondering if Sullivan had misrepresented their conversation. “We have his handwriting.”
“That doesn’t prove he gave it to Sullivan. Anybody could have. For that matter, Sullivan could have stolen it.”
“That’s ridiculous. Sullivan wouldn’t even steal clothes to replace his uniform. He’s not that kind of man.”
She shook off h
