the bottom.”
I jumped up so quickly the bed frame scraped the floor.
“Daniel, I have never signed a letter for Dylan. Not once.”
“I understand.”
“No, I don’t think you do. He’s been treating my career like a joke for years. He doesn’t even know the details of my work.”
Daniel fell silent.
Then he said, “That explains something else.”
“What?”
“Dylan told us his sister was struggling financially and that he was helping support her while she tried to establish herself professionally.”
I closed my eyes.
Of course
