looked down.
That was when I understood the real problem.
It wasn’t simply that my husband had helped my sister. It wasn’t even the money.
It was that he had decided, without consulting me, that he could create an entire separate reality and expect me to continue living in the one he presented at home.
He had made himself the keeper of Vanessa’s secret.
And I had been left outside.
Still, something didn’t fit.
I remembered the papers Vanessa had handed him. I remembered her crying and the way his
