“Claire! They’re about to cut the cake!”
I didn’t move.
“What did Mom find out?” I asked again.
Robert rubbed his face like he was trying to wake himself up.
“What did Mom find out?”
“She realized Dad had been lying to her for years. Not about little things. About his entire life.”
“That’s vague on purpose,” I snapped. “Stop doing that.”
He looked at me then. “Do you remember how Laura suddenly moved closer to us when Mom got sick?”
“Yes. She said she wanted to help.”
“And how Dad always insisted she stay? How was she always around when Mom wasn’t feeling well?”
