“No. You are trying to make me responsible for the consequences of your decisions.”
Vivian joined us.
“Must you always turn everything into a courtroom? Can’t you have one evening without attacking this family?”
I looked around the room. Sophie was laughing with her aunt, completely unaware of the conversation.
“I am not attacking anyone,” I said. “I am asking adults to take responsibility for what they have done.”
Vivian’s face hardened.
“You have always thought you were better than us because of your career.”
That accusation would once have hurt me.
Now I could see what it really was: a demand that I feel guilty for refusing to be intimidated.
“I never needed to be better than you,” I replied. “I needed you to treat me as an equal.”
Arthur stepped closer.
“You will regret this.”
I held his gaze.
“Perhaps. But I will not regret refusing to lie.”
