“No,” Linda said immediately. Too immediately.
Robert stepped closer, calm returning to his face like a mask sliding back into place. “Your daughter has been under emotional stress. Mark told us she stopped taking medication months ago.”
Emily jerked against me. “That’s a lie!”
Mark looked sick.
Not angry. Not defensive.
Sick.
And suddenly I realized something that made my stomach tighten.
He wasn’t acting like a cruel husband protecting himself.
He was acting like a terrified son.
I turned toward him sharply. “Mark. Look at me.”
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