Inside there were fifteen envelopes.
Adele approached. “Fifteen years of things Dad sent you and you sent him back.”
Maya picked up an envelope. “This is fake.”
“No,” I said.
Maya’s eyes sparkled. “Robert, don’t do it.”
Adele pulled out a small pink card. “Piper made this when she was nine. It says, ‘Please come to my birthday, Mum.’”
Piper covered her mouth.
“Fifteen years of things that Dad sent you and that you returned to him.”
Adele picked up a photo from the school. “This was Shannon’s first day of school.”
Shannon stared at her. “I’ve never seen her before.”
“I sent it,” I said. “They sent it back to me.”
Maya snapped: “You had no right to do this at a family event.”
Adele looked at her. “My wedding.”
That correction came as a shock.
Adele picked up a photo from school.
Maya’s voice trembled. “Your father poisoned you.”
