Chapter 13 — I Did Not Confront Her

Here is the one thing I did right, and I did it only because the price of getting it wrong had finally been carved into me.

I did not drive to my sister’s house and confront her.

Every cell in my body wanted to.

I wanted to stand in her living room, the room where our father had collapsed, and scream the notebook into her face and watch her know that I knew.

But screaming into people’s faces was precisely the man who had thrown Lucy into the rain, and I was done, at last, with being him.