“I knew David paid for it. I knew your father’s name was never on anything.”
I waited.
She looked toward the garage.
“When Harper said Julian needed the room, I knew it was wrong. I also knew your father wanted to prove that we still had some authority over you.”
“Why?”
“Because the funeral made him feel shut out. There were officers there who knew things about David that we didn’t. There were parts of the service we did not understand. Your father hated feeling like a guest in David’s life.”
“So he treated me like a guest in my own home.”
“Yes.”
It was the first answer anyone had given me without trying to make the cruelty sound accidental.
