A female foot popped out and hit the gravel. The foot was tucked in some outrageously high-heeled shoe but I could not determine what color it was from where I stood. Next, a woman stepped out in a shimmering black dress that flowed like a river around her feet. The neckline was a deep V cut and her blonde hair curled down her shoulders. As she moved, her abundant accessories glittered.
I could not see her face, but her posture, the angle of her chin, and the way she carried herself were familiar. Terribly familiar. Recognition struck me like a bolt of electricity.
It was Neil’s mother. Ms. Declan.
“I knew it...” Neil said under his breath like he read my thoughts.
“Isn’t that Mr. Giles’ ex-wife?” That annoying high-pitched voice asked again, making me grate my teeth. Even though Ms.
