Then he spoke, in a low, controlled voice, but laden with something dangerous.
“What are you doing?”
Vanessa dropped the iron. It fell to the ground with a crash.
For a split second, she seemed to panic. Then her face shifted to a practiced calm.
“Michael… you’re early. This isn’t what it looks like. Liam’s been acting up. He exaggerates things, you know that, especially since…”