Franklin froze for a second like his brain just short-circuited. He didn't even understand why the hell he was defending Cassie now.
Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was instinct, maybe he was just tired of everyone pretending they didn't see the obvious cracks in the story. Either way, the words had already left his mouth.
"This isn't about Cassie," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as irritation crawled up his spine. "It's about hypocrisy. And I'm sorry, Fred, but I'm not part of that."
Sienna's face tightened instantly, the color climbing into her cheeks. Cassie. Always Cassie.
Even after she'd divorced Frederick, she still couldn't have peace because Rose was always sick, always needing attention, always pulling Frederick away.
If they hadn't come here, Sienna wouldn't
