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“Okay. I’ll get them to you on Wednesday.”

“I need them tomorrow.” Castle said, “You tell everyone that. I won’t be in the office, but I’ll want the reports. Look, Devin, I don’t know how things used to run here when I wasn’t around, but you best believe it’s going to change.”

“Does that mean you remember how you drowned, Cas?” Chandler asked, with a mouthful of food.

“I remember, yes. Every single detail.”

“Well, I?—”

“Chandler, take your dinner upstairs to your room,” Dayana told him.

“I’m not going anywhere!”

“Winston, take Chandler’s food upstairs to his bedroom. He’s not needed here.” Devin interjected.

Winston obeyed without a word. Chandler did not throw a fit, but exited the room in a huff. He pushed a plate down from the table, which I think wasn’t by accident.

“Millie, you can go upstairs too.”

Castle grabbed my hand. “Millicent stays here. She’s my wife. She’ll listen to everything that you’ve got to say.”

“Fine.”

The staff exited the dining area, leaving the five of us alone in the room. So far, I hadn’t said a single word.

“I’ll be honest.” Castle started saying. “I think you should cut it out, this exaggerated display of affection, acting all fine and dandy. I’m fucking done pretending that everything is okay.”

“Well, what do you want us to say, Cas?” Devin demanded, throwing his knife and fork down on the table. “That we are sorry? What the fuck would I be sorry for? You know as well as I do the things that you did to land yourself in that mess. I’m not responsible, neither is Daya, nor anyone else. It was you. Your fucking mistake.”

Theo scoffed.

Devin’s eyes met mine and then he turned to Castle, “Cas, why don’t you tell your wife here what exactly you have done…”

Castle’s gaze turned sharp. He turned to Winston, who was the only staff member allowed to stay in the room. “I need Millicent and Theo’s anklet trackers removed. Tonight.”

“Sir.” Winston bowed and left the room.

“What? You won’t tell her?” Devin laughed, a maniac glint in his eyes.

“Tell me what?” I asked.

“Shut up, Devin!” That was Theo. “Don’t take the bait, Millie.”

But it was difficult not to. There were a lot of things that I wasn’t aware of.

Devin ignored him. “Tell her, Castle.” He kept taunting. “Your wife needs to know all your secrets. Don’t make us out to be some villains when you’re not a fucking saint. You know, I was going to let this go because we’re family after all, but since you want to start this shit-storm, I won’t stop you.” He tugged off the napkin and tossed it on the table.

“You want Millie to stay and listen, so she fucking listens,” Devin said, exploding with rage.

Castle regarded him coolly, not uttering a word, keeping his glacial exterior intact. His jaw was set hard.

“Don’t listen to him, Millie,” Theo said desperately.

Devin looked straight at me, and he wasn’t in a mood for jokes. He seemed dead-serious. “He’s not any better.”

My appetite was already dead. I didn’t dare sneak a glance at my husband.

“Castle killed our parents in cold-blood.”

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