“He told us both that you wanted to sell this house anyway and move into a smaller rental near downtown Denver.”

She wiped her nose with the back of her denim jacket sleeve.

“He said you were tired of dealing with our family.”

Daniel pulled his hands down from his face, his skin flushed red around his forehead.

“Claire, stop this right now.

You’re turning my daughter against me in my own home.”

“You did that yourself when you typed those emails, Daniel,” I said.

“You lied to her for eight months just like you lied to me.”