At nineteen, she was still on Dad’s plan, but Colleen believed she’d missed more than one appointment because she was afraid of being judged.

“I encouraged them to find a doctor,” Colleen said.

“Your father told me everything was handled.

I didn’t know what that meant.”

“Are you saying the pills really belonged to Tiffany?”

“I’m saying I don’t know.

And I won’t accuse her without evidence, even if she’s been unkind to you.”

The distinction felt strange, almost luxurious.