She stopped.
“I thought you knew at the beginning, too.”
“What?”
You looked sad. I knew it then,” he whispered.
I covered my mouth. Daniel cursed.
She turned against him.
“You and Mom were telling me that adults would take care of everything,” she said in a sharper voice. But no one took care of anything.
He was right. And I no longer wanted to let the men in our family decide when the truth suited them.
“But no one took care of anything.”
That afternoon I called Paul.
“Daniel and Lily are home. Come home.”
“Rachel—”
“No. You can explain it to me when you arrive.”
I hung up.
When Paul arrived, Daniel was sitting in our living room.
“No. You can explain it to me when you arrive.”
The brothers looked at each other.
Paul's face broke down.
“Did you put her in this?”
I stood up.
“She’s already in it.”
