He arrived at my apartment the next morning and demanded answers.
“Tell me you haven’t been sneaking around with my mother.”
“We haven’t.”
“Have you kissed her?”
“No.”
“Have you slept with her?”
“No.”
“Then why is Dad telling me you’re planning a future together?”
I took a breath.
“Because he wants you angry with her.”
Daniel stared at me.
“Don’t tell me what my father wants.”
“Then look at what he’s doing. He’s accusing her of hiding money without producing the full records. He’s telling you things about her marriage that she has no chance to explain. Now he’s bringing me into it.”
Daniel’s face flushed.
“And you think you’re innocent?”
“No.”
That surprised him.
I continued.
“I should have told you that I had feelings for her before your father brought it up. I was trying to protect you, and I handled it badly.”
He looked away.
“You should have told me.”
