his son.
“Your mother hasn’t said anything untrue.”
Nick fell silent.
Elaine reached into her purse.
“Tara recorded an explanation. She wants both of you to hear it.”
Something changed in Nick’s expression.
He immediately reached for his phone.
“I need to call her.”
“No,” I said.
He stared at me.
“We’re going to listen first.”
Downstairs, Elaine connected her phone to the television.
Tara appeared on the screen, sitting at her kitchen table.
“My name is Tara Keller,” she began. “I’m recording this because Anna deserves to know the