you mean?”
She hesitated.
“Nothing.”
“Emma.”
She sighed.
“I don’t want to get in the middle of anything.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
“Has your father told you something?”
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
She looked down at her hands.
“Sometimes he calls me when he’s out late. He asks me whether you’ve been upset. He wants to know if you’ve said anything about him.”
I stared at her.
“He asks you about me?”
“Not directly. He asks whether everything seems normal at home. Whether you’ve been asking questions. Whether
