They Arranged Themselves Like a Panel of Judges to Accuse Me of Trying to Destroy the Family — Then I Set My Phone on the Coffee Table, Pressed Play, and Let Them Hear the Man They’d Spent a Fortune Protecting
“You paid her off.
Mom paid her off.
This is real.” And she looked at me then, really looked at me, for the first time in two years, and I saw her understand that every cruel thing she had believed about me had been a story her family needed her to believe.
“Oh God,” she said.
“Rebecca.
Everything they said about you—”
Chapter 8 — The Story They Agreed On
By that evening, the family had closed ranks, exactly as Arthur had promised me they would.
