Veronica's POV
"Veronica! Let's talk in the study!"
I could see the caution creeping into Warren's expression now. He motioned for me to follow, and I trailed behind him with steady composure toward the study.
Winnie watched Warren actually agree to a private conversation with me, her fury practically radiating off her. "Warren, what are you doing? What could be so secretive? Why are you taking that woman to the study?"
"That's enough, Winnie! Stay here and wait," Warren barked, turning his back on her as he led me away.
Behind us, Winnie seethed with barely contained rage.
What scheme was I running? What would I tell Warren? And what had really happened years ago on that fateful summer day?
Inside the study, Warren's commanding presence had crumbled. He seemed restless, his usual air of authority wavering. Lowering his voice, he asked, "Veronica, what game are you playing here?"
