Saturday. Lake House. Virginia.
KONSTANTIN PUSHED TO HIS feet and strode to the windows before reminding himself that he couldn't open the curtains.
Damn his mother. Damn her and whatever the hell plan this was.
"This isn't coincidental." He turned to face Haley. "She didn't just find out about me and decide to reconnect. This is her plan. She wants something. But what?"
Haley looked back at him, her face grim. "Is it time to look at the pictures?"
"Yes." He grimaced.
This wasn't a task he was looking forward to.
Haley got up and he followed her out to the dining table. A small suitcase sat against the wall. She picked it up and placed it on the table, opened it and began handing him stacks of framed photographs.
"We'll have to take them out of the frames," he said.
"Want me to do
