Chapter 10 — The Quiet Plan

I did not confront him.

That is the part people find hardest to believe, and it is the part I am most proud of.

Confronting Trent would have handed him the one thing he was good at: a scene he could manage.

He would have cried, or raged, or turned it around on me, or promised the moon, and I had watched him talk his way out of smaller things a hundred times.

A private confrontation was a stage built for his talents.