Just Follow My Dad
It came out of her in pieces.
Six years ago she had gone to Tamsyn’s apartment to confront her about a loan Tamsyn had refused to repay — Radley had encouraged the visit, urged them to talk it out over a bottle of wine while he stayed home with the baby.
She remembered feeling wrong very fast, far too lightheaded after a single glass.
The evening blurred.
A room that wouldn’t hold still.
Tamsyn’s voice turning cruel.