ras were

the air. Cordelia sat opposite Case, a plate of untouched pancakes between them. The silence w

closer to her side of the table. It was a small, quiet gesture, but Forrest's c

about to thank him,

ile on her face and a beautifully wrapped gift in her hands. She wa

forward and enveloped Cordelia in a stiff, air-kiss embrace. "I was so worried about you, all a

incerity. Then she placed the gift on the table. "Just a li

unwrap it herself. It was a la

n a perfect pantomime of shock. "Oh, dear! Si

laughing, wrapped in the arms of Chace Mack on a sailboa

r time, I suppose," Annalise said, h

d for prime time. Every camera lens in the room swung to Cordelia, waiting for the explosion. The o

ression unreadable. Then she slowly lifted her

ll, serene smile that

bum, her fingers tracing the edge of the photograph. "You're right. It's

, she turned slightly, so both she

r and steady, "was a significant part of my past

ession softening. "And he is the reason I alm

how this was supposed to go. Cordelia had taken h

n the air, whispering "Yes!" to her

re was no anger, no hysteria. Just a profound, wear

ment that would

intelligent eyes, reached across the table. His small hand, fragile a

he had willingly touch

nt a jolt through Cordelia. Tears pricked her eyes, hot a

d over a photo of the man who had nearly

like she had s

t of humiliation into a narrative of redemption. She'd even coached Case to play his part perfectly. But when he saw his son's small hand reach for h

t, Annalise found a quiet corner an

n I thought. We n

to the powder room, sent a

arity foundation. Every dollar.

r next segment," she announced with a bright smile, "we have a special gues

went cold. She lo

hone in her stepsister's eyes.