#Chapter 231: The Parent Trap

Iris “Mother?” Arthur takes a step forward. “What are you doing here?” Wendy stands in the hallway, flanked by two officers. Her face is pale, her makeup smudged from what looks like tears. She looks nothing like the composed, cold woman I’ve come to know. Far from it, in fact. “I wanted to stop him,” she chokes out. “I was too late.” Arthur’s jaw clenches. “You mean Leonard. Yes, you are too late. He’s not going to see the outside of a cell for a long, long time.” Wendy nods miserably. “I know. And I have information you’ll want to hear.” She glances at the officers. “I’d like to make a full and comprehensive confession that will incriminate myself, my husband, and Silas Creed in a murder and kidnapping conspiracy.” My breath catches at that. I look at Arthur, who nods reluctantly. The officers, intrigued, bring Wendy into our apartment. She stands awkwardly in our living room, looking small and old. “After what you said to me the last time we