Everything in her expression shut down.
“Get out,” she said.
Daniel stepped forward.
“Marilyn—”
“No.” Her voice was raw, but firm. “You don’t get to walk into my house and say my name like that.”
The children were watching.
I stepped in.
“Hey,” I said softly. “Can one of you show me where the cups are?”
Lucy took my hand immediately.
Ben just watched me with wide, tired eyes.
In the kitchen, I could still hear everything.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Daniel asked.
Marilyn let out a bitter laugh.
“Why would I? You made your choice.”
“I was 21 and scared.”
“You were old enough to know what you were doing.”
“My parents—”
She cut him off.
“You let your parents decide I was disposable.”
