Chloe had a curious personality.
At least, that was how I’d interpreted it.
Dad continued. “She asked what I did.”
“So?”
“Then she looked up the business.”
My head snapped toward him. “What?”
“You told me she knew the store name.”
I had. I’d forgotten.
Mom added, “Then she asked whether your tuition was covered.”
I crossed my arms. “She wasn’t demanding my bank statements.”
“No,” Dad said. “And I didn’t say she was a bad person.”
“Then why do all this?”
He looked toward my room. “Because every time we brought it up, you said we were imagining things.”
I was getting more irritated. “So instead of talking to me, you decided to run some weird social experiment?”
“We did talk to you.”
“And I disagreed.”
“Exactly.”
I stared at him.
Dad sighed.
“Emma, when someone tells you what they think about a person, it’s easy to dismiss it. I wanted you to watch for yourself.”
