Aunt Evelyn’s eyes flashed.
“So Richard gave it to him.”
I stared at them. “Daniel knows I’m here?”
“He does,” Richard said. “Whether he comes is his decision.”
I turned my face toward the window. Rain slid down the glass in thin silver lines. Beyond it, the city was dark except for blurred parking lot lights and the occasional flash of headlights.
I had met Daniel only three times. He was polite, quiet, and observant in a way my family mistook for dullness. Whitney had described him as steady, which from her mouth sounded almost like an insult. He came from a family with old money and careful manners, the kind my mother had spent years hoping would notice Whitney.
I wondered what he thought now.
“I don’t want him involved,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I meant it.
Richard studied me.
“You don’t have to manage everyone else tonight.”
