“Six months late.”
He paused.
“Claire, we’re worried you’re giving away your future.”
“My future?”
“The foundation. Lawyers. Advisers. You have no idea how quickly money
disappears.”
I leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Did you call because you miss me?”
“Of course.”
“What was Noah’s favorite dinosaur?”
Silence.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Claire, don’t do this.”
“What was Lily’s piano piece at her last recital?”
“This is cruel.”
I closed my eyes.
“No. Cruel was making me stand beside three caskets while you ate
birthday cake.”
His voice hardened.
“Melissa did not cause the accident.”
“I never said she did.”
“You’ve always resented your sister.”
That old accusation landed exactly where it had when I was twelve.
This time it did not control me.
“I have to go.”
