I always knew James’s family thrived on drama, but I never imagined I’d be center stage in one of their most twisted stories.
It started with a so-called “family meeting” at Diane’s house—his mother’s. I rolled my eyes as we drove over.
“What is it this time?” I asked, sarcasm laced in my voice. “Did your mom misplace her china again and decide I hexed it?”
James didn’t laugh. Just kept his eyes on the road. “It’s important, Jess. Just… keep an open mind.”
That should’ve been my first warning.
When we got there, Diane greeted me with her usual stiff hug, and James’s younger brother, Matt, sat fidgeting in an armchair like a kid about to ask for bail money.
“Jessica,” Diane began, her tone saccharine. “We have something very special to ask you.”
My gaze darted to James. He looked guilty. Already I felt the trap setting.
Matt cleared his throat. “I’m engaged.”
I blinked. “Oh. Congratulations! When do we meet her?”
Matt and Diane shared a look.
“She’s a wildlife photographer,” he said. “In Ethiopia. Signal’s bad.”
