I hadn’t expected that. I expected excuses.
“You’re right. I should have told you.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because if Camille was telling the truth, it meant my father had built our family on another lie. If she wasn’t, I didn’t want to drag you into it.”
“You don’t protect me by keeping me in the dark.”
“I know.” There was no defensiveness. That didn’t erase my anger. It only made it harder to hold on to. I pointed to one picture. “The office building?”
“I was meeting an estate attorney.”
“The park?”
“Camille had just discovered her mother destroyed most of Dad’s letters.”
“The restaurant receipt?”
“Dinner with Camille and Evelyn.”
“And Vermont?”
“I went there for the DNA test.”
Every suspicious detail suddenly made sense. That didn’t erase the secrecy. “What trust were you looking into?” I asked.
Ethan unfolded one of the papers Lorraine had brought.
