pharmacy.”
“And the metal thing I saw downstairs?”
He held it up.
The mirror.
Nothing more sinister.
I looked at Lily.
“Why were you crying?”
“Because it hurts when I open really wide.”
My eyes snapped toward Daniel.
“And you kept making her do it?”
“I was trying to see whether it had gotten bigger.”
“She told you to stop.”
His face fell.
“I know.”
“She said no.”
“I know.”
“And you kept going.”
Daniel looked at Lily.
“I’m sorry.”
Lily didn’t answer.
Then I asked the question I already knew would make me furious.
“Why couldn’t I know?”
Daniel sat down.
“Because of what happened with Rebecca.”
“What does your sister have to do with whether I’m told about our daughter’s health?”
He looked at me.
“Everything.”
When Rebecca became sick, Daniel had been seventeen.
His mother had fallen apart.
Not metaphorically.
Completely.
She stopped eating.
Stopped sleeping.
Began
