Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 39

Yvonne stood silently outside the door, listening, until she heard George getting up to leave. She quickly slipped into her own room.

Later that night, as Yvonne soaked in her large jacuzzi, the conversation between George and Queena replayed in her mind.

So, Queena was George’s daughter. A cold, mocking smile touched Yvonne’s lips. The Spencer family was even more twisted than she had thought.

Her phone, resting on the vanity, began to vibrate, pulling her from her thoughts. Her hand, still wet, reached for it. A drop of water landed perfectly on the green answer button, connecting the call.

“Yvonne, dear, it’s been so long since you’ve come to visit. Did that foolish boy Matthew upset you again?” Mrs. Gonzalez’s warm, kind voice came through the speaker.

In Yvonne’s memories, Mrs. Gonzalez was the only elder who had ever been truly good to her, loving her like her own daughter. Part of Yvonne’s unwavering devotion to Matthew had been for his mother’s sake. In police officer Yvonne’s memory, Mrs. Gonzalez was a remarkably sensible and clear-headed woman. When Yvonne had gone undercover to get close to Colin, everyone else had treated her like Colin’s mistress. But Mrs. Gonzalez, his wife, had never once humiliated or harassed her. She had even warned Yvonne that Colin was not a good man. Later, she had testified against him in court.

“Mrs. Gonzalez,” Yvonne said, her tone respectful despite the unfamiliarity of the name on her lips. “School just started, so I’ve been a bit busy. I’ll come and visit you soon.”

“I know you young people have your studies and careers. I won’t hold you back. But next week is my birthday party, and you simply must be there, Vonnie.” Mrs. Gonzalez’s voice was full of warmth.

A personal invitation from Mrs. Gonzalez was impossible to refuse. “Of course, Mrs. Gonzalez. I’ll be there on time.”

“Wonderful. I’ll have Matthew pick you up.”

“If you ever tattle again, I’ll rearrange your face so that everyone calls you a monster,” she threatened. Finally satisfied, she dropped the duster.

Joseph nodded vigorously, his face a mess.

“You’re disgusting. Go wash your face,” Yvonne said with a look of contempt.

He scurried off to his room. When a maid, having heard his cries, came to ask what was wrong, Joseph only said that he had accidentally fallen.