Instantly tensing, Vivienne said, ‘I’m fine. Just giving Rufus his breakfast.’ ‘OK. I don’t suppose you’ve seen the Mail yet today?’ Vivienne’s heart immediately contracted. ‘No, Mum takes the Express. Why? What’s in it?’ ‘You’d better brace yourself. I’m afraid Rufus – or Miles’s love child as they’re calling him – has made the front page.’ ‘Oh my God,’ Vivienne murmured, putting down the spoon she was holding. ‘The byline belongs to Justine James.’ Vivienne almost reeled. ‘But how does she know? She can’t …’ Her eyes closed. ‘Miles wouldn’t have told her. He just wouldn’t.’ ‘It doesn’t seem likely,’ Alice agreed. More dismay sank into Vivienne’s heart. ‘There’s only one other person I can think of,’ she said flatly. ‘My sister, Caroline.’ Alice didn’t comment, showing that her suspicions had already moved in that direction. ‘Or her husband,’ Vivienne continued. ‘One of them has to be the source.’ ‘But why now, when they’ve always known?’ ‘The payout, I imagine.
