“How quickly can you get that set up?” Ash asks, sipping her coffee.
“I’m confident if we pool our efforts we can have a contract on the table within forty-eight hours. Everyone will be clambering for this story, and it’s right up Oprah’s alley,” Edwin says.
“What about Easton?” I ask because right now he’s my most pressing concern. I don’t want our relationship to impact negatively on our son.
“I don’t see any cause for concern.” Edwin looks a little puzzled, and I know why. I turn to Dillon, and he nods.
“Easton is Dillon’s biological child,” I explain, and Edwin almost falls off his chair. To give Farrah her due, she looks completely unflappable, as if I haven’t just dropped a bomb. I give them a quick summary of the background, and they both listen intently while I explain. Dillon holds my hand the entire time, offering me silent support.
“That changes things,” Edwin says, when I’ve finished speaking, as Farrah’s phone pings. “I know you don’t want to be forced into telling him, but it’s going to come out, Vivien. It’s better that it’s revealed from your mouth. I suggest you give that exclusive to Oprah, and we say nothing about Easton in the statement we’ll issue today.”
“Can you turn onET Live,” Farrah says, looking up from her phone with concerning frown lines. “And we will have to reconsider the entire strategy.”
“Why?” Dillon asks, sitting up straighter as I turn the channel on.
My heart is in my mouth as the screen loads and I see the familiar face. Blood rushes to my head, and acid swirls in my gut. I think I might throw up. “That’s why,” I croak, pointing at Aoife’s face on the TV.