“You never told me that.”
“You were at work,” my mother said faintly.
My father looked at her, then back at me. “I thought he was just being dramatic. He was nervous. Kept saying it was important, that it involved you. I told him whatever it was could wait.”
A coldness moved through me.
“Noah told me he was coming here,” I said slowly. “He said after he talked to you, everything would be easier.”
My father closed his eyes.