Chapter 62

“Was Amelia really who she said she was? What else had she been hiding?” I asked.

“From what I found out, she created a whole new identity,” he explained as he wandered through my living room, taking his time to analyze every detail and feel every surface. “She changed her last name and pretended she was never married or had a kid. Her degrees and qualifications are probably fake as well. I’m surprised she didn’t change her first name, though. Maybe her narcissism wouldn’t let her.”

“She created a new life... but it still doesn’t add up. Your father must’ve had more money than mine. Why leave him for Serge?”

By then, Lucius was inspecting my kitchen, checking the ceiling and the counters, and I followed him, puzzled by his behavior.

“Because she couldn’t control him with my grandmother around,” he confessed.

“What?”

“My grandmother was a woman who knew what she was doing and knew exactly who she had as a son—a drunk and a spendthrift. The money was hers, and she controlled it. Am