He shook his head.
“Leo,” Tasha said, this time more softly. “Come with me for a second.”
My son denied it again. —No. Not anymore.
Then I knew it was true. That there was a before and an after that room. And that he had been living in the before for too long while I still believed in another version of my home.
—How long?— I asked.
Daniel opened his mouth first. “It wasn’t as bad as it sounds.”
Tasha let out a humorless laugh. “Don’t do that.”
I turned to her. That’s when I saw she was holding her phone, the screen on. She wasn’t recording at that moment. It wasn’t necessary anymore. But she had open notes, dates, times, screenshots.
“I didn’t want to get involved,” he told me. “But it stopped being someone else’s business when it started happening every week.”Financial Planning Services
Daniel looked at her as if he wanted to silence her. Tasha didn’t even blink.
