His jaw tightened.
“With everything,” he said. “Theo is already confused. Claire is using this. If the court thinks—”
“If the court thinks what?” I asked. “That your neighbor brought soup when you were exhausted? That I helped Theo with a science project? That I wiped barbecue sauce off your face?”
His face went red.
“That moment gave her ammunition.”
“No,” I said. “Her greed gave her ammunition. Grant gave her a target. Your fear just handed her the gun.”
He looked at me then.
Really looked.
For a second, I saw the man from the cookout—the one who almost smiled after I whispered the truth.
Then the father came back.
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