CLAIRE
I stared at her, my mind struggling to catch up. “You’re lying,” I said, but my voice lacked strength.
“I’m not.”
I shook my head slowly. “You expect me to believe that my father… that he sold me? That he knew everything and still...”
“He did,” Patricia cut in, her tone steady. “And you know it.”
My fingers tightened around my bag. “No,” I muttered. “No, I don’t.”
“Think about it,” she pressed. “Every decision he made, every time he pushed you toward that marriage, every time he ignored what was happening right in front of him.”
My chest tightened. “Stop,” I said quietly.
“He didn’t care if you were happy,” she continued. “He cared about what he was getting out of it.”
“Stop,” I repeated, louder this time.
But she didn’t.
“He got money when you married Ethan,” she said. “
