Being a Kiriakis, and a hardened divorcee, she had never had reason to believe in fate. But now, Genevieve was seriously considering the fact it might actually be real. She and her son had not had a meaningful conversation in years (mostly her fault for always leaving him behind). But then he had gotten married. Genevieve had not thought much of the girl and had waited for the marriage to fall apart. But it had held, way longer than her own first marriage. Then out of nowhere her son had called her, just to talk, because his wife wanted him to. And Genevieve had decided the girl was not so bad. The call had been one of many, a new ritual she looked forward to more than her massages. It was during such a call that Nate had let something slip.
It had taken a bit of prodding for him to open up. But when he had, Genevieve's blood had run cold.
