His mother touched a tissue to a corner of one dry eye.

“Charlotte, I know it’s not my place to say.

But if you’d been paying proper attention to Tristan, perhaps this accident wouldn’t have happened at all.”

“Acknowledge that you bear some responsibility here,” Zachary added, stern.

I set down the heavy bag I was carrying.

“No.”

The single word dropped into the room and lay there, and the silence that followed it was a new kind of silence, one that none of them quite knew what to do with, because in five years I had never simply refused.

Chapter 12 — Prepare the Guest Room