Silence had.
The attorney’s office smelled like dust, lemon polish, and expensive consequences.
Dad sat at the head of the conference table. I sat beside him. Across from us were Denise and Tyler, both holding folders, both acting like outrage could substitute for innocence. Rachel came too, even though no one had asked her. By the end of the meeting, I understood why. She was the only one still hoping facts might redeem Tyler.
They didn’t.
