“SO, you mean you guys had tea, together? You went into that mansion and sat down for tea?”
Clara’s voice exploded through the phone speaker so loudly that Amelia had to pull the device slightly away from her ear.
Amelia lay back against her pillows, one leg crossed over the other, staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom. She had barely changed out of her clothes since returning home with the boys. The night had been longer than she intended.
“Yeah,” she replied calmly. “I’m speechless myself.”
“Speechless?!” Clara shrieked again. “Amelia, this is not a random neighbor. This is Adrian. Your ex-husband. The same Adrian.”
“Yes, my ex-husband,” Amelia said patiently. “He invited me in for tea. The boys practically staged a protest at the gate. George joined in. Adrian stood there lookin
