“You were cruel.”
Emma touched my sleeve.
“Does that make Dad bad?”
“No. But he hid something that hurt us.”
“I was wrong, Rachel.”
“He should’ve told you.”
“He should have.”
I faced Barry.
“Where did you sleep?”
“In my car with Gypsy.”
Emma looked at him.
“Then how did you find us?”
“He should’ve told you.”
Barry met her eyes.
“I didn’t. You found me.”
***
That weekend, Evelyn had planned to announce that Margaret would take control of her finances, correspondence, and family affairs.
Margaret had already told everyone that I had appeared and demanded money.
