Twisted Devotion

I frowned as I let his words digest. His father is in love with Beatrice? I must have had the wrong Beatrice.

"Isn’t that Preston’s mother?” I asked for clarification.

“Yes.” His voice was low, barely above a whisper. The dim light from the bedside lamp caught the edge of his jaw, sharp and tense.

“Your father is in love with Preston’s mother?” I asked in bewilderment, barely able to keep the sh