The breeze lifted her neatly trimmed shoulder-length hair, highlighting the cool defiance on her face.
Dillon was waiting for her at the door. "You're here."
"Where's my son?" She stopped in front of Dillon, clearly not wanting to see Casper. "Just bring him out. I don't want to go in."
"Mr. Casper is waiting for you," he said, bowing slightly and gesturing respectfully. "Please, come in."
Eliza knew Casper wanted to see her, but she couldn't guess what he wanted to say. She followed Dillon along a cobblestone path into the foyer.
At that moment, Casper came down the stairs. Eliza was about to speak when he gestured for silence. "Shush, the little guy's asleep."
Dillon tactfully excused himself. In the large room, with just the two of them, the air seemed unusually still.
"You came to Oak Falls just to take my son?" She tossed her bag onto the coffee table and sat down, her eyes cold. "Is this some kind of joke to you?"
"If I hadn’t taken your son, would you have met with me?" He smiled.
Eliza scoffed. "Of course not. There's no need."
"Mr. Casper, if you have something to say, just say it. Let's clear the air once and for all, so we don't have to drag this out."
She boldly met his gaze. He felt a twinge of disappointment. She had little patience for him, her gaze too cold.
"You dislike me that much?"
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