At Least You’re Poor
“I’m not those people.”
“I want to believe that.”
The words wounded her more than an accusation. Rebecca stood. “You expect me to trust you while admitting you don’t trust me.”
Behind the curtain, Lucy shifted. Matthew lowered his voice. “I’m trying to protect all three of us.”
“Secrets protect the person keeping them.”
Rebecca went into the bedroom and closed the door.