Albert sat alone in the garden, quietly smoking, lost in his own thoughts. That was when Carmen’s car pulled into the carport.
She stepped out, keys jangling, only to nearly bump into Albert. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. Carmen pretended she hadn’t seen him and made a beeline for the front gate, but Albert’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Carmen, can I use your phone for a call?”
She eyed him, suspicious. “Why would I lend it to you? What happened to your own phone?”
Albert’s expression darkened, but Carmen caught on fast. “Wait, let me guess. You want to call Dorothea, but she blocked your number, didn’t she?”
She crossed her arms. “Albert, don’t even think about dragging me into your drama with Dorothea. That ship has sailed.”
“Dorothea’s married now. And you married Carola, the woman you always wanted. Shouldn’t that be enough for everyone?”
Albert’s eyes cooled. He kept his voice steady, but there was a sharp edge to it. “Carmen, do you really think Latham’s a good guy?”
He leaned in a little closer. “Don’t you care that he likes men? Are you okay with Dorothea just being his wife for show?”
Carmen lifted her chin, refusing to back down. “So what if he does? At least Latham treats her right. He’s good-looking, capable, and he actually protects Dorothea. You? All you ever did was break her heart.”
She rolled her eyes. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure if Latham was gay or not. It didn’t matter.
“Albert, you don’t think Dorothea’s attractive? If I were a man, I’d fall for her too. Why wouldn’t Latham?”
Albert’s patience was wearing thin. He rubbed his forehead, letting out a slow breath. “Fine, I’m done arguing about this. I have another question.”
He fixed his gaze on her. “Do you know if Dorothea was ever locked in the attic when she was a kid?”
The words came out rougher than he intended, his voice trembling a little.

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