“Every time I looked at her,” Veronica said, and her voice cracked, “I remembered that you got to walk away, and I got stuck here.

Dad trusted you with the deeds.

Mom always defended you.

I stayed behind to keep this estate running, and I drowned in debt doing it.”

“That explains your resentment,” I said.

“It does not excuse what you did to Hannah.

Nothing does.

Your quarrel was with me, and with our parents, and with your own choices.