And when you’ve said it, you can have whatever you need.”
The kitchen was very quiet.
The refrigerator hummed.
Amelia, ten, who has never once seen her father standing and does not see what the big deal is, put her hand on the back of my chair.
Katherine’s mouth opened and closed.
“Darius. That’s — they’re children—”
“Greta was a child then. She was in the hallway. She heard every word, Katherine. She’s been carrying it for ten years and she’s never once said it out loud, because she thought if she did, I’d break.
So you’re going to say it.
You’re going to take it back from her.”
“That’s cruel.”
