what?”
“To me living with Aunt Rhonda.”
I stared at her.
“No. Cynthia, I never agreed to any of this.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“I know that now.”
Then she told me what Gary and Rhonda had said.
At first, they claimed I was busy with work.
Whenever Cynthia asked to call me, there was always an excuse.
I was traveling.
I was unavailable.
I needed space.
She had apparently been told that the arrangement was temporary and that I supported it.
As the months passed, Cynthia became suspicious.
