He’d accepted the version of events that let him be angry at me.

For a few days, that realization hurt more than Tiffany’s betrayal.

I’d always told myself Dad would protect me if he knew I was truly in trouble.

Now the record suggested he’d had plenty of reason to suspect I was innocent and had chosen fury anyway.

Colleen found me sitting on the guest-room floor with the blanket Margo had given me folded in my lap.

“I thought he didn’t believe me,” I whispered.